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西村力; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 WISHLIST !

sypnosis: having a famous idol brother had its pros and cons, the pros? well you kind of get second hand fame if you ever go public on social media. the cons? well your annoying brother always tries to set you up with his members, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if he didn’t keep trying to set you up with his groups maknae nishimura riki who you once met and had accidentally spilled coffee on you and then told you to suck it up.

pairing: idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, txt, itzy, straykids, ive + more

genre: social media au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, idol au, brothers bestfriend au

warnings: swearing, my humour 💀

author’s note: WISHLIST came first with over 20 vote 💀 wow anyways if you still want to vote for another one please do its for the future works im going to write i will add more maybe even a soobin smau 😱🤣 lol vote here

release date: after fiesta (will release prologue before that tho)

taglist: (open) send an ASK, replies will not be added anymore

profiles ! :

profile one - y/n’s fangirls + sunghoon

profile two - monster rookies

profile three - gay emo furries

chapters ! :

prologue

chapter one - top 10 txt furry moments

chapter two - picasso the composer

chapter three - deez nuts

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permanent taglist: @acciomylove-blog @missmadwoman @ja4hyvn @soobin-chois @enloveclub @gold-dragon-slayer @maiwon @one16core @juniblvssom @1-800-lixie @enhacolor

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓄹 𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀: 𝓢𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

𖥻 ٫ pairing. ot7 / enhypen x reader

𖥻 ٫ genre. horror, mystery, angst.

𖥻 ٫ warnings. blood, murder, gore, character death, plot twists, blackmail, family / relationship issues, trust issues, secrets, etc.

𖥻 ٫ synopsis. growing up in an unstable family had never been easy, but when your mother's dark history and secrets come back to bite you in the form of a masked killer, you can't help but to find your familial issues to be the least of your worries. ☏

𖥻 ٫ status. ongoing. no specific update pattern.

𖥻 ٫ tag list. @msxflower | @hiqhkey | @jungwonize | @saucytaehyung | @maiverie | @ja4hyvn | @jayjayparksblog | @bigtoewinwin | @soobin-g | @kimjiho1 | @nikipedia07 | @chiyuv | @enhasolace | @yn-dere

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 ? ❞

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CHAPTER O1. new beginnings

CHAPTER O2. going viral

CHAPTER O3. history

CHAPTER O4. repeats itself

CHAPTER O5. drunk !

CHAPTER O6. ! dazed

CHAPTER O7. no normality

CHAPTER O8. headline

CHAPTER O9. coming soon . . .

❣︎ ⎯⎯ mess with me, you get the lips .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 8. embracing them from behind ;; 9. ruffling their hair ;; 10. placing their chin on the other’s shoulder ;; 24. patting their head // requested by @emmachase89 @clarakyunisageek and two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! for this event i’m only taking up to 2 prompts per req, but i decided to combine four reqs for this bc it ended up working rlly well. hope you like it! also don’t mind the title skjskd i thought it was kinda cute and fit pretty well 😭

a soft squeal could be heard from rooms away as it left your lips.

riki had just snuck up on you from behind before quickly pulling you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. at the unexpected contact, you jumped slightly before attempting to turn around in his arms. however, his strong hold had you trapped in this position, unable to move. so you sighed, resorting to turning your head to look at him instead before giving him a playful glare. he rested his chin on your shoulder before turning his face slightly, placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your cheek.

“i’m sorry for scaring you,” he gave you a small, playful pout.

“it’s okay,” you told him before continuing, “what i’m more frustrated about is the fact that you have me restricted in your arms right here.”

he let out a small chuckle before loosening his hold on you, allowing you some freedom to move.

you turned around to face him, both of you softly locking eyes.

“‘kay, i’m sorry,” he began again, placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your. “better?”

you squirmed in his hold before stopping his actions, “hey! no! no, stop!” you said between giggles. “this is not better! you’re messing up my hair! nishimura riki!”

laughing at your reaction, he eventually stopped and you glared at him again, even harder this time.

“okay, okay,” he let out, beginning to fix your hair by patting it down. “sorry, my love.”

after a few seconds, he succeeded in returning your hair back to the way it was before, and only a moment later, you watched as his eyes darted to your lips. before you could process, he already had his lips on yours, pecking them softly.

“better now?” he asked after pulling back slightly, voice calm.

you nodded before a smirk made its way to your lips.

you snaked your arms around his neck before quickly pulling him in for another kiss, this time lasting much longer.

he felt himself melt under your touch, kissing you back with equal passion. however, little did he know, you were taking this as an opportunity to get back at him as you continuously and messily brushed all of your fingers through his hair.

when you eventually pulled back, you had to control yourself as you succeeded in stifling your laugh. however, he didn’t miss the way your lips twitched and were being forced into keeping straight. and once you realized he caught on, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“what’s so funny?” he asked you before he noticed your eyes travel up to the top of his head.

turning around to face a mirror, riki quickly noticed the way his hair was now in a mess with each lock of hair out of place.

he turned around, looking at you annoyed, but you didn’t fail to notice the way his lips were now the one holding back a smile.

and before you knew it, riki was chasing you around the room, squeals leaving your lips once again before he eventually caught you from behind and lifted you off of your feet, only causing you to let out more protesting squeals.

and just like that, the day ended with you in his arms, either trying to get at each other’s hair, or exchanging kisses, and you couldn’t have wished for it any other way.

A/N. hope you enjoyed ^_^

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[6:59 am]

sleeping next to heeseung is a trap.

with one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the peaceful rise and fall of his breathing lightly lulled you back into sleep despite your alarm ringing for the third time time that morning.

“hee,” you mumbled, struggling at your attempt to turn your body around and face him, “i need to go.”

heeseung simply shook his head, nuzzling his face gently into the crook of your neck, hugging you impossibly closer with no intention of letting go.

“hee,” you said, this time with a small laugh as you reached up to run your fingers through his soft hair, delicately brushing off strands of stray hair that was poking at his face.

“don’t go,” he whispered in response, sleep evident in his husky morning voice floated that across the sheets. 

truthfully, you wanted nothing more than to indulge in the shared warmth from his secure embrace, to run your hands through his fluffy locks, and to listen to him whisper sweet little nothings against your ear all day long.

but you knew better than to fall into for trap.

“i really need to go,” you whispered back, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead before gently pulling his hands away from your waist.

heeseung opened his eyes groggily, lips forming a small pout. he reached out to squeeze his arms around the blanket instead, as a temporarily replacement for being deprived of your warmth.

“five more minutes?” he asked softly, staring at you with such hopeful eyes that tugged on your heartstrings. 

sighing, you gave into his appealing request, “five more minutes,” you repeated. and he wasted no time to pull you back into his embrace, mouth curved into a drowsy little smile as he coaxed you back into slumber.

sleeping next to heeseung is a trap, but it is one that you are willing to fall for over and over again.

©luuvwonies —reblogs are much appreciated!

##.SOFTCORE

SYNOPSIS — enhypen as your best friend slowly realizing their love for you.

GENRE — pure fluff , soft kissing moments, enha x fem!reader

៹ lee heeseung ! ˖

you were hanging out inside the library, heeseung invited you to study with him for the next exams tomorrow— but you couldn't focus on this moment. you were deep into his features, he was perfect starting from the line of his nose to his perfectly shaped lips— handsome, you thought. "you don't focus."

"forgive me or not for this." you cupped his face placing your lips on his shaped one as he was smiling between it— he finally got it. the kiss was meaningful for him, he got you.

៹ park jongseong ! ˖

jongseong decided that he was the one to make the first step towards you— it was his day. he was there outside your college waiting for you as he checked the hour for the last time before seeing you marching towards his figure, wrapping your arms around his waist— he was taken aback.

"jongseong! let's go. you promised me a friendly date." that wasn't so friendly for him— getting you as his love was his main goal for the moment, he intertwined his fingers with yours. at this moment, he was sure— for him, you were the light inside his darkroom lightning these moments.

៹ sim jaeyun ! ˖

stargazing, jaeyun thought it would be perfect for him to confess how much you mean to him. he was eager to hold you close to him— smelling your warm scent over your hair. he chuckled taking your hand before kissing it slowly. "where are we going?"

"somewhere, where the stars could speak the truth." you were confused— looking at him as he blindfolded your eyes whispering in your left ear slowly, "trust me." — and you did, you trusted him. "take it off already." he took off the scarf over your eyes as you opened it quickly, pecking his lips. "stars aren't brave enough to speak our love out loud."

៹ park sunghoon ! ˖

inside the cabin, as the snow was falling outside deeply, sunghoon was on the couch scrolling through his phone— not minding the person beside him, you. "hoon." you called him, he hummed not giving you any glance ever since your tv marathon with him— he was obsessed.

your mother invited him to spend the winter break with you, little did she know how much you were in love with him— trying to avoid him for months, but there you are stuck with him. "hoon." you called him a second time, pulling his phone away from his eyes, he whined. "you stupid boy." you couldn't wait anymore.

it has been months ever since you wanted to do it— kissing his lips deeply as he cupped your cheek, replying directly to that affection. "you won over my phone." he chuckled stroking your hair.

៹ kim sunoo ! ˖

"you know I hate amusement parks?" you whined, shaking off the hold over your hands— he chuckled, sunoo loved it so much. "let's start easy with the ferris wheel." he snatched you away from your current position. at night, the funfair was extremely pretty with those lights revealing the small town beside it.

"tell me once we reached the bottom." you hide the view with your palms sitting in front of him, he smiled. sunoo slowly marched closer to you, taking your hand off your face, rubbing it gently. "appreciate it." he closed his eyes, leaning forward before you could feel his lips on yours— he got your trustworthiness.

៹ yang jungwon ! ˖

you gave him a thumbs up for his next performance, jungwon was nervous but seeing you there smiling at him— he felt like he won everything in the world. jungwon was there singing deeply, as he was understanding the meaning and the song wasn't random. "kill me slowly with your kisses."

you congratulated him, as he snatched a bottle of water from your hand before glancing over your petite figure— "won, the song wasn't random hm?" you crossed your arm over your chest, he shook his head.

"we could play a lyrics prank, but I can't wait to have you loving me." he wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him— "love me until you hate me." he pecked your forehead.

៹ nishimura riki ! ˖

walking you home was his habit after offering you your favorite snacks together. "thank you as always, riki." he chuckled brushing his hands over yours purposely— hoping you would take it, but the home was already drawing in front of you.

"be safe on your way home." he nodded parting away from the close distance between him and you, riki was sad. you opened the gate, waving at him before closing it back after you— slowly realizing you forgot the usual hug.

"rik—" opening the gate again, he cupped your face harshly without noticing and landed his lips on yours mixed with the tears of his— riki was feeling alive with you.

vice versa — ft. yang jungwon (preview kinda)

you have a date with your crush. you’re also trapped in a boy’s body. what the fuck now?

synopsis: you’ve been in love with park sunghoon for years. five gruelling, torturous years. and barring that one time you sharted (shit + farted, duh) in your pants in front of the whole school, sunghoon has never noticed you — until one day, you finally summon the courage and ask him out to a date. . . and he fucking agrees.

obviously, you completely lose your shit. you’re over the moon. you can’t stop smiling. you even brag to your cat about how you and sunghoon are going to grow old with five thousand children in a cottage home with a white picket fence.

however, in a horrific turn of events, you suddenly wake up on the morning of said date and find yourself in a boy’s body. it’s not just any boy’s, either — it’s yang jungwon’s, who, by the way, does not have your best interests at heart.

pairing: yang jungwon x fem!reader

genres: romance, crack, fluff, light fantasy, high school | oneshot

au(s): body swap au, k-drama inspired, “no no no no this cannot be fucking happening why do i literally have a penis no no no no no WAIT FUCK I HAVE A DATE WITH MY DREAM MAN IN LIKE THREE HOURS???” au, jungwon likes to tease you, crack galore <3

contents: a series of unfortunate events in which u simp for the untouchable ice prince sunghoon but get severely cucked by the fact that u and jungwon swap bodies ☺ —or— you and jungwon are the main characters of a modern fairytale (crack version) and somehow fall in love ?!

warnings: swearing, lowercase intended, some crude humor

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a/n: yes this fic will be absolute chaos BUT IM SAUR READY FOR THISSSS :DD this is actually my entry into ely’s collab; the theme is ‘k-drama inspired’ so i picked secret garden bc i thought body swap romcom would be funny SKDJF anyway omg i hope u give this fic a chance! :> thank u sm for checking this out ehhe <3

taglist is open for when this is released ! :>

PREVIEW NOTES

full release date tba. definitely before aug 15 though hehe

est. word count: 10k+

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triage — ft. lee heeseung (chapter IV)

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

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chapter four

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“can i consider this my first real date?”

you feel your stomach twist and your heart begin to race, because while you must have convinced yourself that you were far beyond the stage of craving romance — you’re not.

you want it. you want romance. you want this romance, you want the one with the smiles and the giggles and the clumsy ballroom dancing and ice creams at a park and foam moustaches from nice cafés around town. you desperately want this kind of romance, but you want it with heeseung.

because you’ve realised that while you’re a sunset, heeseung is a sunrise. 

the kind of sunrise that rises during dawn; one that touches everything around it with a golden glow and brightens any room to the standards of heaven.

he makes everything around him glow. 

even you.

he makes even you feel like you can glow.

“you… you want to consider me your first real date?” you mutter, disbelieving of his words.

“well, yeah.” he blushes, eyes cast to the side as he rubs the nape of his neck. “so... so i can brag about you...” 

brag?

the rest of his sentence trickles off, but this is the point where your stomach mangles into a knot.

the thing about glow is that there must be darkness to begin — and if there’s anything your friendship with heeseung has shown you, it’s that you have so much darkness you’ve never been courageous enough to face. 

after all, heeseung is far removed from the life you’re accustomed to. 

brag?

there is nothing about you worth bragging about. 

you’ve spent years indulging in the exhilaration of danger and chaos, mistaking it for fulfilment and happiness. in your darkest days, you found shreds of pleasure in late night parties, cigarettes and blunts, and shallow friendships you always secretly knew deepened the void in your soul.

but heeseung is good. he is pure-hearted, and honest, and sweet, and so, so kind.

so as you sit here in heeseung’s car, faced with the realisation that you are dark and he is light, you can’t help but disintegrate into tears. 

you begin sobbing.

your darkness unravels from its knot — every fissure, every fracture, and every tiny splinter that traces your soul is exposed bare. you reveal your innermost insecurities to heeseung, crying because you feel undeserving of all the kindness he’s shown you.

tonight’s wedding date was one of the best nights of your life. it felt ethereal, like a movie brought to life or your favourite song played live and just for you. it was fun. too fun; the kind that makes it painfully obvious that you must eventually float back to earth and be dragged to reality. you cry and cry, guilt and misery seizing your throat. you don’t deserve him, because while he admires you like a goddess, you are nothing but damaged goods with skeletons and dust in her closet. 

the silence that hangs in the air is paralysing.

this must be a long time coming, because more sobs erupt from you than you thought possible — how long have you been holding in your misery?

or, perhaps you should have seen this coming — after all, there was always a voice that echoed in your subconscious each time you witnessed your shitty friends do shitty things. or when you’d wake up on a sunday morning and stare at the ceiling and contemplate the way you’ve wasted another night mindlessly partying. or when ryujin or taehyun exchanged malicious words about your classmates and you never said a thing until heeseung came along.

he must be terribly stunned by your reaction, but you are so inconsolably wretched that you don’t notice he’s exited the driver’s seat. in fact, heeseung has already dashed around to the other side of the car. he opens the door on your side, instantly wrapping you into an embrace that tucks your face into the crook of his neck.

warm. heeseung is warm. 

“i-i’m so sorry!” he squeaks. you inhale the scent of his soft cologne, while his warmth oozes into you and softens your heart. he doesn’t understand the reason behind your tears, and instead frantically pats your hair in an attempt to comfort you. “a-are you okay? ah, right— no, you’re obviously not okay... i’m… i’m so sorry. was it me? did i make you cry? whatever it is, i’m so, so sorry, okay?” 

you sob harder.

why is he apologising?

and why is he so goddamn warm?

with your proximity, you can feel the pounding inside heeseung’s chest. his heart is hammering. he must be nervous, you think, because you’ve always held yourself with a high chin and a strong resolve.

is he disappointed that you are not as confident and self-assured as you seem?

or has he seen through you all this time?

truthfully, what makes you more miserable is that his warmth and touch are ridiculously comforting. you melt into his arms, wrapping yours around his back to pull him in closer. he’s like a sun that doesn’t burn.

“d-do…” his whisper as unsung as a feather in rain, “…do you want ice cream? or… or cookies? or… um… books? i-i really don’t kno—”

his kind offers only make you sob harder. he truly is the personification of a sunrise, isn’t he? he’s bright, he’s warm, and with his presence, you find a sort of clarity you’ve been seeking all your life. 

“i-i—”

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” he shushes you, noticing the way you choke on your words. he rubs circles on your back, then strokes your hair, then pulls you in close and squeezes his cheek against the side of your head, enchanting you with his comfort and intimacy. seconds and minutes pass as you hug him as tightly as you can, indulging in another one of your selfish desires. 

one more time, you think. 

you could afford to be selfish just one more time. 

you and heeseung never spoke about that night again.

the next time you saw him, you knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted to ask if you were okay. however, hesitant to admit your innermost insecurity about not being good enough for him, you gave him a simple smile and he never pushed any further.

from then, you let yourself enjoy simple pleasures with heeseung, and together, you embraced the aspects of your life you loathed most. you improved. you started studying again after he began tutoring you. you focused in class, read books, slept early, and rid yourself of all the bad influences in your life. you flourished and bloomed and slowly, with each tiny achievement you amassed across a few weeks, became more and more confident that you weren’t so bad after all.

it’s funny, because you’d once promised to teach heeseung how to date, without knowing that he’d teach you how to heal. now, you realise that these two come hand in hand. perhaps the reason you never let yourself settle down with a boy was because you’d never learned to heal first.

and because of this, you fall a little harder and harder for him each day.

you’re not sure it’s even love — but whatever it is, it exists and you feel it vibrate along your bones. and that’s enough for you to know it’s there, even if most of your affections are hidden in shadows. 

you might not deserve him, but you allow yourself to admire him in secrecy. you collect little memories and store them inside precious jars inside your heart. you watch him during the day and think about him during the night. you watch the way he scrunches up his shoulders when he laughs and the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about his mom. like a broken record, you replay every kind deed he does for you and roll around in your bed, giddy and blushing at the memory of every time your hands accidentally touched. you become absorbed in an innocent, pure love you hadn't thought could be possible for you. 

however, you know better than to keep him to yourself. after all, with each step to becoming a better person, you understand he is leaps and bounds out of your league. so, despite the way it makes your heart ache, you continue to teach heeseung.

in the same way he teaches you how to heal, you continue to teach him how to date. you accompany him on fake dates and show him how to approach random strangers with confidence. you teach him how to dress, how to hold a conversation, what to do at the end of the date, how to make a girl swoon, and finally, how to recognise when they’re in love with him. 

despite the fact that it makes your heart uneasy, you teach him the final lesson. 

HOW TO DATE: LESSON 3 — only ever date people that are in your league. otherwise, you’re just setting yourself up for failure. 

unbeknownst to you, this lesson is the very reason why heeseung’s heart is uneasy, too.

because he’s wondering the exact same thing.

is he good enough for you?

“i really think you should go, heeseung.” 

“really?”

“really.”

it’s 5pm on a friday night, and the two of you are inside his bedroom — you, sitting on the edge of his bed with one leg folded over the other, and him nervously pacing around the room. he’s been like this ever since you both had returned from school.

your eyes follow each of his movements, even if that means he goes up and down the room — up and down and up and down and up and do—

“i-i… i don’t know.” he mumbles, gnawing on the nail of his thumb. you watch in amusement as he suddenly halts and huffs his cheeks. “i just… well, i’ve never really been to a party before.”

your eyes almost bulge out their sockets. “wait, really? never?”

he offers you a bashful look, straightening his school uniform. “n-never. is that bad?”

not bad, just surprising, though the more you think about it, not very surprising at all. it’s lee heeseung after all, the boy with his nose stuck so far into books that the tip of it probably has ink stains. “of course not!” you wave your hands, hoping to quell his anxiety. 

heeseung shoots you an uneasy look, so you stand and gently clasp his wrist, dragging him to sit with you on the bed. the two of you land on it with a soft thud and you hold one of his shoulders in reassurance.

“seriously, you should go.” you say with a soft smile. “it’ll be really fun!”

“you think?” he winces.

“yeah!” you nod enthusiastically. “i can help you pick out an outfit and everything. you’ll be the hottest guy there. girls…” you try to bite back the uncomfortable tug at your heart, “... will be all over you. you’ll have, like, four dates to attend the next day.”

“four dates?” he stares at you, puzzled. “that doesn’t seem very time-efficient—”

“it’s a hyperbole, heeseung. shut up.” you cut him off with a roll of the eyes. he giggles from your reaction, softening your expression. “in all seriousness, you should go. you know, my first party was crazy fun, like basically i ended up drinking a little too much and i woke up the next day with this video of me running down the road half-nak—”

he blinks.

“—uh, nauseated. half-nauseated. i was very sick, so i walked all the way home, totally sober and safe and normal! yes. i did just that.”

you turn away and cough awkwardly, forgetting about how unhinged most of your party stories seem to end. regardless, it really is your sincerest hope that heeseung goes — it’ll be good for him to go out and socialise with people that aren’t you; he’s obviously getting better and better at making friends with his classmates if he’s already received his first party invitation. 

“i-i don’t know… i’m not really going to know anybody there…”

“i’ll pick you up afterwards!” you grin, making the edges of his lips tug upward. then, you reach over and stroke his head, lowering yours to coo at him sarcastically. “and make sure you’re safe and all tucked into bed ‘cause you’re being such a baby.”

“b-baby?” his eyes widen while he bites back a smile, blush trickling into his cheeks. his actions make your eyes quickly dart to his lips before you tell yourself to stop thinking about kissing him. “hm…” he taps his chin with a restrained smile, before his eyes brighten and his head snaps up at you. “why don’t you come with me?”

you stare at him like he’s speaking a foreign language. “what? no!”

“why not?” he whines, nudging you with his shoulder. “you said it yourself! parties are fun!”

“well yeah, but, i’m kinda doing this thing where i stop drinking, heeseung!” you laugh, in reference to your recent life deep-cleanse. you’ve cut out your friends and self-sabotaging, which most definitely includes your drinking and partying.

“you don’t have to drink!” heeseung beams. “it’ll be fun. i-i think i’d be a lot more comfortable if you were there…”

shit. 

you feel yourself waver. truthfully speaking, you do miss partying, and you’re certain it’d be a hundred times better with heeseung by your side. perhaps it’d be good for you to keep a look out for heeseung; you know how most of these events tend to go. if they’re anything like the ones your friends used to host, one or two poor suckers almost always walk home with an embarrassing story that gets echoed into the hallways. there was no chance in hell you’d let that happen to your sweet boy.

“but i wasn’t invited.” you frown. ironically, your popularity has taken quite the hit — apparently, having your ex-best friend ryujin spread nasty rumors isn’t painting the nicest picture of you with the rest of the student body. you don’t really care for it, but you would certainly find it weird to show up to a party nobody expects you to attend.

“who cares? if they kick us out, we can hang out afterwards.” heeseung beams, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “late night bike rides?”

you can’t help but grin back, feeling the heavy feeling in your chest lift. late night bike rides — just him, you, and the chilly breeze as his bicycle courses its away down the pave way.

“okay… fine.”

truthfully, a part of you hopes this party doesn’t even happen.

unbeknownst to you, a part of heeseung is hoping the exact same thing.

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apparently, picking out an outfit for heeseung is not easy when you disagree on his chosen tee.

“but people love superheroes.” heeseung pouts. “that’s why they’re called super. because they’re super cool.”

“dude, if you say another word, i will literally shove this shirt down your throat.” you growl, yanking the superhero tee out his hands and tossing it across the room. his head follows the direction it flies and he watches it land with a soft thud. “that shirt is an abomination and deserves to be burned.”

“aw,” he slumps. “but… that was iron man.”

“more like, iron letting anybody wear that outside.” you snort from your pun before your smile quickly vanishes. fuck. did you just laugh at your own joke? is heeseung making you… lame? is this who you are now? “okay… anyway.” you shudder at that thought. “i picked this outfit for you. come look!”

heeseung stamps his lips together, waddling closer toward you as he peers into his own closet. you quickly retrieve the white dress-shirt you’ve chosen and the cream white sweater you’re hoping to layer it with. across the sweater are thick black vertical lines and a front print that reads stray souls pray for us, among other ominous words you hope will suffice in creating an edgy aura. “i thought maybe we could pair this with some black jeans, a necklace and chuck on a bunch of fake piercings. you’ll look emo, but at least you won’t look horny for a man made out of metal.”

“hey! that’s so disrespectful to iron man!”

“whatever man,” you shove all the clothes in his hands while shuffling toward the bedroom door so you can leave. “i’m going to get changed in the bathroom. just tell me when you’re finished dressing.”

you place your hand on the door knob before halting. oh, right!

whirling around, you rush for your backpack in the corner.

“by the way,” you grin, unzipping your backpack and reaching into it to retrieve something. heeseung stares at you curiously, only to find himself wide-eyed when you yank out a small box from your bag.

“this is for you.” you excitedly grin. “i saw it the other day in a store and it reminded me of you.”

his eyes instantly round in surprise. “this is for me?”

“yeah,” you smile. “i know i told myself no more shoplifting but i couldn’t resist it.”

he gasps loudly. “wait, y-you stole this?” he shrieks nervously, eyes bouncing between you and the box.

you chuckle easily. “well, yeah. i mean, only ‘cause i forgot my purse.”

“i could’ve paid it for you!”

“but then it wouldn’t have been a gift.” you shake your head. “just take it, heeseung. i’ll, uh… drop off the money to them tomorrow.”

he presses his lips into a line, eventually succumbing to your compromise. now, he finally examines the box in his hands, peeking curiously. “but… what is it?” he asks, slowly peeling the wrapping away.

“a jigsaw puzzle!” you explain excitedly. “i just thought—i don’t know, you once mentioned you and your mother like to do jigsaw puzzles together, and… i thought this picture was really pretty.”

he stares at first before a smile instantly sweeps his features. “wow, thank you so much!” heeseung beams, and the sparkle in his eyes makes you feel unimaginably elated. his smile is so damn pretty but it’s even prettier when you’re the reason for it. “so what’s the picture?”

“just some landscape photo.” you mutter, too embarrassed to admit that it’s a sunset. something about admitting this inside joke is frankly a bit embarrassing — what if he’s long forgotten about it? what if this is entirely one-sided?

heeseung giggles as he opens the box and peers at the jigsaw pieces inside it. “ah! a sunset of course.” he bobs his head. “a sunset from miss sunset.” he smiles affectionately, “i love it so much.”

you smile and nod your head once, desperately containing your excitement. can’t show too much, and all at once.

he then captures your attention by rummaging through the pieces and yanking one of them out of it. “here!” he holds it out for you, causing you to stare in bewilderment.

“what?”

“keep it.” he urges.

“but… then you can’t finish your puzzle.” you blink.

“that’s the point!” he giggles. “so you can have an excuse to meet my mom one day.”

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you’re nervously staring at your reflection in the mirror, adjusting the way the clothes sit on your body. you had quickly come home and back to heeseung’s to grab a change of clothes, but now you fear that you’d chosen the wrong ones.

or perhaps there was never a “wrong” outfit to choose because they’re all horribly inappropriate. it’s infuriating dealing with your past self — why the hell are all your skirts so damn short?

perhaps you’ve been too focused on dealing with heeseung’s closet to realise that you need a change of your own. the only party attire you own is everything you used to wear, which is a gaudy collection of mini skirts, cropped tops, distressed denim and tops that borderline lingerie. for fuck’s sake, you curse to yourself, fidgeting with the outfit you’re already embarrassed at the thought of heeseung seeing.

you’ve chosen a black mini skirt and a matching sleeveless halter top that knots at the back of your neck, accentuating your shoulders and drawing attention to the bare expanse of your back. this was always one of your go-to outfits — admittedly, it was a crowd favourite, but only because it flatters all your nicest assets and treads the line between flirty and fun.

dreading how heeseung will react on seeing this, you release your hair so it flows down your back and adjust your makeup, forcing a smile at yourself to see your red-painted lips stretch.

“don’t come in; i look stupid.” heeseung mutters when he hears you just outside his bedroom door, so you peer inside before opening it widely with a big grin. seated on the edge of the bed, he turns toward you at the door and opens his mouth to speak before freezing when he sees you.

“w-woah.”

you feel your entire face burn like metal under the sun, because heeseung continues to stare, eyes rounded and mouth slightly ajar. “sorry,” you blush profusely, brushing your hair so that it conceals as much of your top as possible. “fuck, my, uh, closet isn’t very wholesome and so—”

“n-no!” he cries, waving his hands around frantically. “i-i wasn’t thinking that! i promise!”

you stamp your lips into an awkward smile and trail across the room.

“the jewellery fits you really well, by the way.” you comment, appreciating the way his necklace and earrings elevate the overall badass aura this outfit has given him. the sweater makes his shoulders look wide, while the dress-shirt collar that peeks out from beneath it makes him look fashionable. these jeans would look good with some boots, you think, making a mental note of what already exists in his closet.

“your hair looks kinda dumb though.” you scoff playfully, standing in front of him now. “i’ll fix it.” 

“n-no, it’s oka—”

he gulps, leaning back as you slide between the space between each of his legs and reach over to brush his hair with your fingers. bit by bit, you gently untangle any knots and use small amounts of styling cream to get them in the right place. it causes you to occasionally lean in to reach the ends at the back, so he turns his face to the side in an attempt to avoid contact with your chest. “a-ah… um, m-maybe you should—”

“i think it’ll look really nice like this.” you comment absentmindedly, without realising that you’ve completely enveloped him with your scent.

you’re close.

you’re too close, he thinks, but you don’t seem to realise it —  truthfully, you’re a little too focused to have heard heeseung, nor the way his hand is slowly resting on your waist.

then, you feel his fingers brush against the bare skin of your waist just above your skirt, and your whole body freezes.

he’s touching you. heeseung is touching you.

every inch of your skin that he touches sends shivers down your spine, but before you can begin to process what’s happening, he gently pushes you away by a grip on your hips.

“stop.” he mumbles, head hanging low. “please stop, okay?” you stumble back when he pushes you a little further. you stand, dumbfounded and stunned, his fingers burning every inch of the skin he’s touched like a scathing chisel.

did you do something wrong?

is he uncomfortable with you?

how close is too close?

“i-i can do it myself.” he mumbles, desperately concealing his flushed face before rushing toward his bathroom, so quick that you stare off at the absent space left on his seat on the bed.

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for the first time, the car ride is silent. you’d like to have the courage to speak up, but the last time anybody had ever spoken was when you’d thanked him for giving you the handbag you almost forgot to bring along. he’d gotten red, dipped his head and muttered a quiet you’re welcome, and that in itself felt like the death of the conversation.

during the car ride to the party, you fiddle with the hem of your mini skirt, plagued with a re-run of what happened in his bedroom. perhaps you’re getting a little too comfortable with him; or perhaps he just doesn’t need your guidance anymore.

now you just feel a moron.

perhaps you shouldn't have decided to come to this party after all.

“s-sorry.” heeseung finally squeaks, so you whip your head toward the driver’s seat. he seems to be nervously clutching the steering wheel with both eyes drilling the road ahead. “i’m sorry.”

what?

“what do you mean?” you frown, though the tension in your body dissipates now that you’re talking again. 

“i’m really sorry.” heeseung gnaws on his lips, his body tense, and his eyes unable to be peeled away from the road. “i just… y-you’re, like, so pretty and everything about you is just... you make me really nervous, you know? i’m sorry i pushed you away, i just kind of… i— nevermind.” his entire reddens while he huffs his cheeks heftily. “y-you just… you look really, um.. wow. you look really, really incredible. and th-thank you for fixing my hair...” 

incredible?

he thinks you look really, really incredible?

you instantly smile, feeling your heart swell with giddiness. not just incredible, and not just really incredible —  but really, really incredible. you bite back a grin, quickly turning to the passenger window in an attempt to conceal your utter delight. you feel like a giddy middle schooler.

“it’s okay.” you whisper. “i’m just really, really glad we’re talking again.” 

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heeseung is many things. a smart boy, a loving son, but above everything else, a horrible, horrible drunk.

it doesn’t help that three hours in, you’re one of the only sober people surrounded by drunk morons. it felt like just a minute ago when the two of you were nervously standing outside yuna’s door, ushered inside and offered various drinks (which you pawned off to heeseung).

you glare at him from your seat halfway on the stairs, watching him through the balusters as he chats up lia. she’s been giggling uncontrollably ever since she found out that heeseung is (thanks to you!) super hot now.

fucking bitch.

she’s been playfully touching heeseung and laughing at all his jokes all night. he’s been blushing and timidly telling her more of his probably dumb as fuck chemistry jokes.

truthfully, you don’t even need the vodka — the burning sensation of jealousy inside your chest is enough to keep you flushed. thing is, you can’t even be mad — after all, you’re the one that taught him all the skills to flirt and you’re the one that even encouraged him to come to this lame ass party anyway.

you want to be able to enjoy this party, you really do, but it’s hard when your mind is going haywire. even a party like this — one inside yuna’s spacious house, decked with bottomless drinks, endless entertainment and rnb music — you can’t seem to take your mind off your favourite boy.

huffing in annoyance, you clench your jaw and take a sip of your stupid, cold ass water. water is such a dumb drink. who even likes drinking water? water is dumb and this party is dumb and heeseung is so fucking dumb.

“you look like you’re going to murder someone.”

you look up over your shoulder, past your mascara-laden lashes. standing a few stairs above you is ryujin, with her brows lifted and her hands on her hips. you instantly scowl and groan, turning back around.

“i’m not in the mood.” you tell your ex-best friend. “get lost.”

“bitch, this is my party and you’re telling me to get lost?”

you snap your head back up to stare at her in confusion, only to then connect the dots. right, you almost forgot — she’s friends with yuna.

she watches in amusement as you make the realisation, trodding down the steps to take the seat beside you. okay, this is officially weird — since when were you and ryujin on talking terms?

“your party’s shit.” you hiss at her, thinking about heeseung and a girl you might very soon rip the limbs off. she’s got her hand on heeseung’s arm and he’s blushing profusely because of it. childishly, you make note of where she’s touched so you know never to touch him there ever again. “it’s so fucking lame.”

“honey, you’ve been staring at that little dweeb all night. as if i’m not going to know the only reason you’re pissy is because you’re jealous.” ryujin snorts.

you glare at her again, making her lift her hands up in defence. “sorry, slip of tongue — not dweeb, just… boy. although whatever experiment you’ve been doing on him seems to be working. he’s like… highkey hot now.” she flashes a humorous smile. you press your lips together, unimpressed, instantly returning your gaze back to heeseung.

what the hell? they’re on the couch now?

“whatever.” you mumble, swirling the straw inside your cup. you’re well-accustomed to lying; it’s something that comes natural to you, but for some reason, you don’t even bother to hide your disdain for heeseung and lia.

she’s not right for him.

“taehyun’s coming to pick me up later if you wanna hang with us. we’re probably just going to chill at his house.” she grins.

“easy pass.” you scoff, thinking about the way she’s treated you. “and can you stop talking to me like we’re friends? we’re not, so get lost.”

ryujin offers you a wounded look. “dude, what’s your fucking issue? why are you always acting like you’re better than us? stop being such a pompous bitch.”

you instantly stand looking back at her with a furious gaze. “i’m leaving. don’t talk to me.”

heeseung doesn’t know love.

he knows many things, like the circumference of various planets and enough digits of pi to bore a whole party to sleep, but he doesn’t know love. after all, he’s never experienced anything remotely close to it.

lately, however, he’s been feeling like he’s inching closer and closer to the real thing.

and it’s all thanks to you.

your dating lessons have clarified a lot of what he always felt unsure about. he’s not the best with people and definitely not with girls, but you bring the clarity he’s always been searching for.

however, engaging in this conversation with lia has thrown out everything he thought he learned about girls.

are conversations always this… boring?

“yeah. isn’t school the worst?” lia giggles.

“haha, yes… i hate school…” heeseung nervously laughs, his smile fading away by the second. how can school be the worst when it’s the best?

he doesn’t mean to be rude, but he’s not having a great time. sitting here on the couch with lia is an experience he’s trying to push himself to have, but frankly the conversation just doesn’t run as smoothly as it does with you. besides, he’s definitely not the only person that’s obviously bored, because every time heeseung opens his mouth to share another fun fact about light bulbs, he can literally see the light in lia’s eyes vanish.

she’s not really having the best time either, yet somehow she’s becoming more touchy by the minute.

it’s contradictory. he doesn’t understand what she’s thinking. and this is not a problem he faced when going on all those fake dates with you.

he’s really, really confused and when he feels this way, there’s only one person that smooths out the mangled mess in his brain — you.

as he quickly tears his eyes away from lia and surveys the area for a glimpse of you, he finds himself more anxious when he can’t. miss sunset, miss sunset, miss sunset… your name repeats in his head like a drum. you’re truly the only thing in the world that makes sense (other than science, of course), and now that the effects of alcohol are beginning to afflict him, he’s finding it more and more hard to be without you.

so he quickly excuses himself from lia and springs to his feet.

“hey! b-but heechul, i thought we could maybe… you know, leave this party together?” she smiles, brows lifted in anticipation.

heeseung blinks. “my name is heeseung.”

her face falls. “oh.”

“i mean, unless my parents are dyslexic and read my birth certificate wrong,” he jokes, snorting at first until he realises she’s not laughing. that’s when his smile instantly vanishes and he dips his head low in shame. maybe he’s only funny to miss sunset. “s-sorry.” he blushes, “i-i really have to go. m-maybe i’ll see you around?”

lia huffs before sighing. “okay, i guess.”

scratching the nape of his neck, he whirls around and begins his search for you.

as he traverses his way through the crowds of people and dodges the spillage of the drinks in their hands, he eventually discovers that he’s making loops around the first storey. ah, he reminds himself, there’s a second storey! he climbs the stairs, taking note of the cups that have been left up along it. there are two — one of which has a familiar lipstick stain he’s pretty sure you’d worn.

he’d know.

after all, he’s been staring at your lips all day.

sparing some time, he neatly stacks the cups together and brings them with him upstairs in search for a garbage container. as he reaches the second storey, he notices a few closed bedroom doors and one which is slightly ajar.

batting his lashes curiously, he hears distant chatter at the bedroom at the very end of the hallway. ignoring it, he walks right across the carpet, locating the bathroom. after discarding the trash, he takes a few minutes of examining his reflection (lia had ruined the hair you made look so pretty) before exiting the bathroom.

then he halts in his feet, because he hears a loud crash.

concerned, he bolts toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway and swings the door open, only to immediately regret his actions afterward.

because he’s just seen something he shouldn’t have.

standing beside the bed, ryujin and taehyun are tangled in each other’s arms. heeseung’s eyes immediately widen as their lips detach and they snap their heads over at him, equally as shocked as him.

oh no.

“oh, for fuck’s sake!” ryujin cries, shoving taehyun away from her as she glares ferociously at heeseung. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

heeseung slowly backs away. “s-sorry.” he raises both his hands, feeling regret and horror trickle inside of him. isn’t taehyun dating his cousin, minjeong? aren’t they both your friends? didn’t you and taehyun have a… thing? his brain hurts.

he continually backs away, before taehyun lunges toward him and yanks him in the bedroom.

“let’s have a little talk, you dweeb.”

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“you’re hot. can i have your number?”

“look at me. does it look like i want to give you my number?” you stare at him, boring holes into his eyes until he’s uncomfortable and leaves. you’re not normally this mean when boys try to hit on you, but frankly you’ve had enough of this night.

after your fight with ryujin, you’d driven to a nearby convenience store to grab some snacks for heeseung.

you’d figured he’d be peckish after all that drinking. but now that you’ve returned to the party and the boy is nowhere to be seen (and neither is lia, by the way), you’ve come to a solution that’s driving you crazy.

they’re probably off making out somewhere.

upset, you hold your own pity party in the kitchen by making yourself some iced cola. man, the vodka bottle is looking awfully tempting, but once again you choose to honor your self-development.

however, as two hours pass, you find yourself more and more concerned that heeseung is not off doing what you think he’s doing. you verify this with lia, who states she hasn’t seen him for a while now. the growing concern eventually ruptures inside you and you drop everything to search for heeseung.

“heeseung?” you call as you shove your way through the house. “heeseung?”

you attempt to dial his number but your calls don’t go through. he never turns his phone off.

fuck.

fuck.

fuck.

“heeseung!” you shout as you meticulously scavenge the back and front yard. you become increasingly anxious that you’ve lost the boy — drunk and alone and with people you definitely don’t trust to take care of him. eventually, the time comes for when you decide to search the second storey, though your doubts are high.

when you’re at the foot of the stairs, your heart is hammering inside your chest. is he okay? it’s your one genuine concern, and it makes you furious at yourself for letting your jealousy get ahold of you. why the hell did you leave the party?

this is all your fault.

if anything happens to your boy, it will be all your fault.

climbing the stairs, you notice something odd. where the hell is your cup from before? there’s nobody here you know that would do any sort of cleaning, unless—

you sprint up the stairs and begin slamming open every door you see.

“heeseung?” you continuously echo into every room, finding silence on the receiving end. it’s almost unnerving, because if he’s not here then he’s not anywhere. it makes tears well in your eyes thinking about where he could be or if he’s feeling lost and scared.

that’s when you take notice of the remaining door at the end of the hallway.

“h-heeseung?” you approach the door, opening it.

the room is pitch dark, and at this time of night, the windows offer no shed of light. you see nobody on the bed, and though you almost close the door and leave, you halt at the sound of a soft whimper.

you freeze.

heeseung?

the room falls silent again, so you open the door a little wider. the light from your side now pours inside and you finally make out a figure sitting on the floor.

it’s slumped against the side of the bed, curled up and hugging its legs.

your heart falls into the pit of your stomach.

it’s heeseung.

and he’s crying.

“heeseung? oh my god.” you rush over toward him and fall to your knees, cupping his face in your hands as your chest swells with worry and distress. “are you okay? what happened? what’s wrong?”

your eyes dart everywhere across his features, taking in everything about his expression — his blood-shot eyes, the pink across the tip of his nose and his cheeks, and his tears streaming down his cheeks and now onto your fingers.

heeseung retracts from your touch and hiccups, dropping his face on his knees. at the cursory glance you’d made, you can tell he’s clearly intoxicated. he looks really unwell, but this is certainly not the result of just alcohol — he’s obviously upset about something.

“i-it’s me,” you attempt to placate him, placing a hand on his shoulder to rub his back before he flinches away from you.

“leave me alone.” he chokes out, his soft whisper jagged and broken. you stare in stunned silence, taken aback by his reaction. your head feels like it’s spinning.

“wh-what happened?” you question, mind racing as you attempt to fill in the blanks yourself. did someone hurt him? did someone say something to him? did—

your expression instantly darkens when you recall what had happened earlier. you’d hate to be right. you pray and pray and pray that this is a shot in the dark and your assumption is far too many steps ahead than reality.

“was it… ryujin?” you whisper, feeling your entire body tense.

at the sound of her name, you see him stiffen.

and it’s enough of an answer for you.

you feel fury thrash inside of you and compound in your core. your hands are shaky when you reach out to touch him but he instantly jerks away from you.

“she said something to you?” you whisper, shattered by this realisation.

he pauses before slowly nodding his head.

“just her?”

he shakes his head.

taehyun, that fucking rat bastard.

“i’ll fucking kill them.” you growl, standing up instantly. you’re livid. you can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve done to your boy, but you’re certain you won’t spare mercy. “i’ll beat the shit out of them.” you rush to leave, but heeseung grabs your hand before you can go anywhere.

“you can have your puzzle back.” your little sun says. “i don’t want it anymore.”

//

to be continued.

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The Set Up

— jake sim x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k+! (rip my fellow mobile users…and myself this is the most I’ve ever written??)

warning(s): angst, fluff, slow burn, college!au, diabolical genius big brained jay

SPOTTED: a rare sighting of coco actually posting?! [REAL!]

Being in love with Park Jongseong was never in your plan. You hadn’t meant to fall for him, but it happened and it happened fast. His charming smile and delicate demeanor had you swooning and just like that you’d fallen under his trance. There was just one problem. Park Jongseong was not in love with you, yet.

Jake’s plan consisted of five very big and important parts. Oh yeah, another thing you hadn’t counted on happening was Jake, Jay’s best friend, to find out about your budding crush. He’d really stumbled on it by accident, catching you in the act of leaving his friend a letter confessing your love to him. Jake had then ridiculed you by saying, “If you want to catch his attention you can’t do what every other girl does. You need to stand out,” of course it discouraged you a bit but he quickly brought back up your spirits. “Luckily I’m here! Don’t worry, I’ll help you get him, but you have to follow my steps or it won’t work, okay?” and when you’d nodded his smile grew tenfold.

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when will i make my carrd pls ... it's been so long

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my little girl.| JAY

[ 🎬 ]! ぃ ⸻ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

synopsis. you had always had daddy issues, for as long as you could remember. so when jay came along with his caring nature, how could you possibly keep your feelings at bay? not to forget, your roses of love have wilted long before you even knew what love meant but jay, he’s here at your doorstep with a watering can. will you be able to refuse?

or, new neighbor dr jay park is asked to babysit you over the week. ironically the only man you have ever had a crush on. you are so determined to put aside the feelings but jay makes things so much harder. he is way too sweet and caring and you are way too pessimistic and insecure. how is it going to work with you gravitating towards him in inadvertence and jay welcoming your presence with candor radiance? especially with all of your buried issues coming to life more than ever.

pairing. park jongseong(jay) x f!reader

genre. fluff, comfort angst, plain angst, age gap (7 years), neighbors to probable lovers, dentist!jay, neighbor!jay and scenes of babysitter!jay, somewhat strangers to lovers?, (happy) open ending :)

word count. 16.5k

warnings. DARK THEMES: if i happened to miss something please let me know. also please read with caution and check the warnings carefully to avoid any kind of triggering | hints of: daddy issues, attachment anxiety, inferiority complex, abandonment issues, depression, childhood emotional neglect, philophobia, insomnia, social anxiety, hints at emotional/psychological abuse, gaslighting, hints at being suicidal, people pleaser syndrome, mommy issues, thantophobia, atelophobia, atychiphobia, pistanthrophobia, avoidant personality disorder, body dysmorphia.

inspired by. the song daddy issues by the neighborhood and my personal life. STRONGLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO DADDY ISSUES, FUTURE AND LOVE LETTER WHILE READING THE FIC.

#TEASER

[🗒] NOTE. okay this is like my most personal fic with my most personal thoughts. idk, you could say i wrote this as a coping mechanism thing. please reblog and leave feedback it helps me get motivated and write more efficiently!! ^#^ also this is a part of soul symphonies collab by @prettywon make sure to check out the other stories!! the ending feels a bit rushed but i hope you all like it! ONCE AGAIN FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

“i know how much it matters to you.”

watching him from afar, through your bedroom windows or from inside your parents’ car or during an event in your apartment complex where you stood far off mixed in the crowd. that was your limit. it was all okay till you liked him and just looked at him through veiled glances and secret giggling messes. but interacting with him, having to meet him every week, the said man actually initiating conversations with you from his side. this was not okay, this was not within your bubble of limit. and then falling for him as more than just a crush, this is way beyond your limits, it scares you. but you can’t stop now. you don’t want to.

life was so different just a month ago. or maybe it was just the start of a very big change. a change which you so badly needed but did not want. the reason? you’ll probably find it out after you’ve gotten used to your new normal. because that’s what usually happens, that’s what you’re so familiar with that it scares you when it doesn’t happen. like a planned trip you’re excited for getting canceled or crying to sleep on your special day, or getting an awfully dry response for something you thought you’d get praises for. that’s what you were used to, getting disappointment after experiencing a trifling taste of happiness. so used that even the hurt you felt, felt normal.

it was three in the afternoon, a monday of January: the month symbolic of beginnings and change, when it all started. when the door to change opened. when his door opened.

seated in one of the chairs in the corridor, you were waiting for your turn. you were supposed to get your braces of painful four years removed a while ago. but due to unknown reasons, reasons you weren’t told of by your mother, your assigned dentist had moved cities resulting in you changing your appointment to your oh so captivating neighbor you harboured a crush on, park jay; or jay park as it said on the residents plate on the black wall near the entrance of the apartment building.

building 4 - 13th floor, apartment 1309: dr.jay park. two doors away from yours.

all you had known was that he was new to the city, having overheard your parents talking about bumping into him on their way to work one of the days and how much of a polite man he was. and in all honesty the word ‘man’ just seemed to give you an univitingly repulsive feeling. you hadn’t even seen him yet you already hated him. but that was before you had seen him okay?

you clearly remember the beating of your heart the day you entered the elevator to find him inside, pressing on the ‘door open’ button for you as you rushed in. panting while you took discrete peeks at his features from the corner of your eyes. and how it fastened even more when you saw him sign his name on the time in and out register at the front desk. the thought- so that’s him, crossing your mind as you took an obscure glimpse of him walking to his car. oddly enough, though you were getting late that day, for some reason you still stood in a corner to watch him drive away. and when the next morning you found yourself waiting a second longer in the elevator for him, you knew you were developing a certain liking for the ’man’; or to be more specific, a crush who would turn your life upside down.

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that pikachu man.... what a weird jumpscare 🥸

OMG AAAAA HELLO!!! thank you so much for creating this story 🥺🥺 I REALLY REALLY LOVED IT!!! btw i'm fine with the ending! i wasn't really affected with it!! tho i wanna see what would happen if u didn't kept it as an open ending 👀 like what would happen if there's an alternate ending? :0 hehe anyways I HOPE U HAVE U GREAT DAY AND PLS KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK 🥰💐

my little girl.| JAY

[ 🎬 ]! ぃ ⸻ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

synopsis. you had always had daddy issues, for as long as you could remember. so when jay came along with his caring nature, how could you possibly keep your feelings at bay? not to forget, your roses of love have wilted long before you even knew what love meant but jay, he’s here at your doorstep with a watering can. will you be able to refuse?

or, new neighbor dr jay park is asked to babysit you over the week. ironically the only man you have ever had a crush on. you are so determined to put aside the feelings but jay makes things so much harder. he is way too sweet and caring and you are way too pessimistic and insecure. how is it going to work with you gravitating towards him in inadvertence and jay welcoming your presence with candor radiance? especially with all of your buried issues coming to life more than ever.

pairing. park jongseong(jay) x f!reader

genre. fluff, comfort angst, plain angst, age gap (7 years), neighbors to probable lovers, dentist!jay, neighbor!jay and scenes of babysitter!jay, somewhat strangers to lovers?, (happy) open ending :)

word count. 16.5k

warnings. DARK THEMES: if i happened to miss something please let me know. also please read with caution and check the warnings carefully to avoid any kind of triggering | hints of: daddy issues, attachment anxiety, inferiority complex, abandonment issues, depression, childhood emotional neglect, philophobia, insomnia, social anxiety, hints at emotional/psychological abuse, gaslighting, hints at being suicidal, people pleaser syndrome, mommy issues, thantophobia, atelophobia, atychiphobia, pistanthrophobia, avoidant personality disorder, body dysmorphia.

inspired by. the song daddy issues by the neighborhood and my personal life. STRONGLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO DADDY ISSUES, FUTURE AND LOVE LETTER WHILE READING THE FIC.

#TEASER

[🗒] NOTE. okay this is like my most personal fic with my most personal thoughts. idk, you could say i wrote this as a coping mechanism thing. please reblog and leave feedback it helps me get motivated and write more efficiently!! ^#^ also this is a part of soul symphonies collab by @prettywon make sure to check out the other stories!! the ending feels a bit rushed but i hope you all like it! ONCE AGAIN FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

“i know how much it matters to you.”

watching him from afar, through your bedroom windows or from inside your parents’ car or during an event in your apartment complex where you stood far off mixed in the crowd. that was your limit. it was all okay till you liked him and just looked at him through veiled glances and secret giggling messes. but interacting with him, having to meet him every week, the said man actually initiating conversations with you from his side. this was not okay, this was not within your bubble of limit. and then falling for him as more than just a crush, this is way beyond your limits, it scares you. but you can’t stop now. you don’t want to.

life was so different just a month ago. or maybe it was just the start of a very big change. a change which you so badly needed but did not want. the reason? you’ll probably find it out after you’ve gotten used to your new normal. because that’s what usually happens, that’s what you’re so familiar with that it scares you when it doesn’t happen. like a planned trip you’re excited for getting canceled or crying to sleep on your special day, or getting an awfully dry response for something you thought you’d get praises for. that’s what you were used to, getting disappointment after experiencing a trifling taste of happiness. so used that even the hurt you felt, felt normal.

it was three in the afternoon, a monday of January: the month symbolic of beginnings and change, when it all started. when the door to change opened. when his door opened.

seated in one of the chairs in the corridor, you were waiting for your turn. you were supposed to get your braces of painful four years removed a while ago. but due to unknown reasons, reasons you weren’t told of by your mother, your assigned dentist had moved cities resulting in you changing your appointment to your oh so captivating neighbor you harboured a crush on, park jay; or jay park as it said on the residents plate on the black wall near the entrance of the apartment building.

building 4 - 13th floor, apartment 1309: dr.jay park. two doors away from yours.

all you had known was that he was new to the city, having overheard your parents talking about bumping into him on their way to work one of the days and how much of a polite man he was. and in all honesty the word ‘man’ just seemed to give you an univitingly repulsive feeling. you hadn’t even seen him yet you already hated him. but that was before you had seen him okay?

you clearly remember the beating of your heart the day you entered the elevator to find him inside, pressing on the ‘door open’ button for you as you rushed in. panting while you took discrete peeks at his features from the corner of your eyes. and how it fastened even more when you saw him sign his name on the time in and out register at the front desk. the thought- so that’s him, crossing your mind as you took an obscure glimpse of him walking to his car. oddly enough, though you were getting late that day, for some reason you still stood in a corner to watch him drive away. and when the next morning you found yourself waiting a second longer in the elevator for him, you knew you were developing a certain liking for the ’man’; or to be more specific, a crush who would turn your life upside down.

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ready? set…touchdown! tutor? | s. jaeyun

“he smiled at you as if you were the only person in the world. unknowingly to you, it’s because you were, in fact, the only person for jake.”

SYNOPSIS › you’d always known jake sim as the unbelievably handsome and smart jock/student that sat next to you in your advanced psychology class. similar to you, jake had always pined over you silently. so what happens when jake becomes your assigned tutor for the very class he’s your seat partner in and when a yearbook editorial feature causes [forces] you to get to know the boy better? complete, and utter, chaos—as the both of you deal through your growing feelings for one another.

PAIRINGS › tutor+football jock!jake x fem!yearbook photographer/editor reader

TROPE › mutual pining, friends + tutor & his tutee —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, slight crack, pretty heavy angst at times !!

WARNINGS › profanity, reader has slight anxiety/self-doubt/insecurity issues, jake is conflicted with his feelings, jake & reader high key suck at communicating which leads to issues, lots of cheesy lines, slow-burn tbh, reader & jake are very smart—y/n is just struggling, most importantly: heartthrob football jake who also doubles as a hot nerd ;)

EXTRAS › i suggest you read because it includes a steamy kiss at the end (pretend to be surprised) + but with a twist ;), oh also because it involves the high school football game experience [like the scene from the hilary duff cinderella movie!].

WORD COUNT › 10.2k+

PLAYLIST › hold on — flor, tek it — cafuné, sunsetz — c.a.s, car crash — eaJ, pluto projector — rex orange county

AUTHOR’S NOTE › goshh i really do hope this fic lives up to your expectations because i’m in love w the final product! enjoy :)

AT 8 AM SHARP EVERYTHING MORNING, JAKE SIM WOULD STARE AT THE DOOR, AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL.

he’d observe the entrance of your psychology class every day and hope you weren’t absent. thankfully for him, you didn’t dare miss school unless you were actually sick. which to his delight, was rare. school had always been one of your top priorities, and jake had always admired you for your ambition.

every morning when you walked in, the gust of the wind from the windows open from the opposite side of the classroom would cause your hair to blow as you walked to your seat. a million fireworks would go off in jake’s head, as well as in his heart while he watched you slide into the seat beside him, giving you a nod. you smiled in response every time, even if you weren’t feeling like it that day.

every now and then, if jake was lucky, he’d smoothly slide close enough to you so that his elbow could touch yours. though you never moved upon the contact, you’d take note of how often he’d do it.

likewise, you wished he would never stop. because you were so attracted to jake sim, it sometimes gave you a stomach ache when you stayed up at night, daydreaming about what could maybe one day be.

if only he wasn’t the star quarterback of your school, along with being an insanely smart and sociable person. then you’d maybe think that you’d have a chance with him.

but with all the girls and cheerleaders that flocked around him, seeing him as a mere piece of prey for them to fiend on, you never bothered considering the odds.

oh, but if only you knew that jake wanted you just as much as you did him. perhaps then, you’d be together by now. but that’s not the way this story goes, now does it?

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my little girl.| JAY

[ 🎬 ]! ぃ ⸻ 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

synopsis. you had always had daddy issues, for as long as you could remember. so when jay came along with his caring nature, how could you possibly keep your feelings at bay? not to forget, your roses of love have wilted long before you even knew what love meant but jay, he’s here at your doorstep with a watering can. will you be able to refuse?

or, new neighbor dr jay park is asked to babysit you over the week. ironically the only man you have ever had a crush on. you are so determined to put aside the feelings but jay makes things so much harder. he is way too sweet and caring and you are way too pessimistic and insecure. how is it going to work with you gravitating towards him in inadvertence and jay welcoming your presence with candor radiance? especially with all of your buried issues coming to life more than ever.

pairing. park jongseong(jay) x f!reader

genre. fluff, comfort angst, plain angst, age gap (7 years), neighbors to probable lovers, dentist!jay, neighbor!jay and scenes of babysitter!jay, somewhat strangers to lovers?, (happy) open ending :)

word count. 16.5k

warnings. DARK THEMES: if i happened to miss something please let me know. also please read with caution and check the warnings carefully to avoid any kind of triggering | hints of: daddy issues, attachment anxiety, inferiority complex, abandonment issues, depression, childhood emotional neglect, philophobia, insomnia, social anxiety, hints at emotional/psychological abuse, gaslighting, hints at being suicidal, people pleaser syndrome, mommy issues, thantophobia, atelophobia, atychiphobia, pistanthrophobia, avoidant personality disorder, body dysmorphia.

inspired by. the song daddy issues by the neighborhood and my personal life. STRONGLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO DADDY ISSUES, FUTURE AND LOVE LETTER WHILE READING THE FIC.

#TEASER

[🗒] NOTE. okay this is like my most personal fic with my most personal thoughts. idk, you could say i wrote this as a coping mechanism thing. please reblog and leave feedback it helps me get motivated and write more efficiently!! ^#^ also this is a part of soul symphonies collab by @prettywon make sure to check out the other stories!! the ending feels a bit rushed but i hope you all like it! ONCE AGAIN FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

“i know how much it matters to you.”

watching him from afar, through your bedroom windows or from inside your parents’ car or during an event in your apartment complex where you stood far off mixed in the crowd. that was your limit. it was all okay till you liked him and just looked at him through veiled glances and secret giggling messes. but interacting with him, having to meet him every week, the said man actually initiating conversations with you from his side. this was not okay, this was not within your bubble of limit. and then falling for him as more than just a crush, this is way beyond your limits, it scares you. but you can’t stop now. you don’t want to.

life was so different just a month ago. or maybe it was just the start of a very big change. a change which you so badly needed but did not want. the reason? you’ll probably find it out after you’ve gotten used to your new normal. because that’s what usually happens, that’s what you’re so familiar with that it scares you when it doesn’t happen. like a planned trip you’re excited for getting canceled or crying to sleep on your special day, or getting an awfully dry response for something you thought you’d get praises for. that’s what you were used to, getting disappointment after experiencing a trifling taste of happiness. so used that even the hurt you felt, felt normal.

it was three in the afternoon, a monday of January: the month symbolic of beginnings and change, when it all started. when the door to change opened. when his door opened.

seated in one of the chairs in the corridor, you were waiting for your turn. you were supposed to get your braces of painful four years removed a while ago. but due to unknown reasons, reasons you weren’t told of by your mother, your assigned dentist had moved cities resulting in you changing your appointment to your oh so captivating neighbor you harboured a crush on, park jay; or jay park as it said on the residents plate on the black wall near the entrance of the apartment building.

building 4 - 13th floor, apartment 1309: dr.jay park. two doors away from yours.

all you had known was that he was new to the city, having overheard your parents talking about bumping into him on their way to work one of the days and how much of a polite man he was. and in all honesty the word ‘man’ just seemed to give you an univitingly repulsive feeling. you hadn’t even seen him yet you already hated him. but that was before you had seen him okay?

you clearly remember the beating of your heart the day you entered the elevator to find him inside, pressing on the 'door open’ button for you as you rushed in. panting while you took discrete peeks at his features from the corner of your eyes. and how it fastened even more when you saw him sign his name on the time in and out register at the front desk. the thought- so that’s him, crossing your mind as you took an obscure glimpse of him walking to his car. oddly enough, though you were getting late that day, for some reason you still stood in a corner to watch him drive away. and when the next morning you found yourself waiting a second longer in the elevator for him, you knew you were developing a certain liking for the ’man’; or to be more specific, a crush who would turn your life upside down.

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SUMMARY: When the campus heartbreaker suddenly finds himself in a slump over his ex, he decides he’s ready to do whatever it takes to win her back. The problem? She’s now in a happy relationship with her dream guy. In a battle that seems to be two against one, what can Beomgyu do to show her he’s got way more to offer, even after breaking her heart?

PAIRING: ex!choi beomgyu x f!reader x bf!jake sim

GENRE: social media au, fluff, angst, crack

FEATURING: ENHYPEN, ITZY, STAYC, and NCT

WARNING(S): cursing, crack, dirty jokes, and mentions of death (in a playful way)

STATUS: completed

my taglist is closed!

series playlist

profiles: when we jumpin and popping // bts fanboys // flawed judgement

pt 1 - HUMBLE HIM 💳💥

pt 2 - men (derogatory)

pt 3 - downgrade much 💀💀

pt 4 - take the L 😭

pt 5 - beomgyu get some brain cells challenge GO

pt 6 - phase one BEGINS

pt 7 - wanna analyze me?

pt 8 - MISTYPE!

pt 9 - barackini

pt 10 - boi what the hell

pt 11 - study sesh

pt 12 - ventriloquist

pt 13 - THIN BRAINED TWAT

pt 14 - fila 🤣🤣🤣

pt 15 - downward spiral

pt 16 - off the grid

pt 17 - royally deep shit

pt 18 - wasn’t that a dream?

pt 19 - (in)genuine?

pt 20 - hey check out how hard i can CRY

pt 21 - how impossible it is to train the heart to sit

pt 22 - liam didn’t like that kitten…

pt 23 - smell of jake’s bullshit

pt 24 - BEAT HIS ASS JAKEY BOY

pt 25 - sunoo the undergrown pistachio

pt 26 - uh oh 😐

pt 27 - sufart

pt 28 - bro... 😎

pt 29 - according to plan!

pt 30 - the janitors closet

pt 31 - worlds collide

pt 32 - i forgive you beomgyu 😍😍

pt 33 - i think it was implied ;)

pt 34 - shameless

pt 35 - go away stupid bitch

pt 36 - edinburgh

finale - i think i've got everything figured out

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pairing: volleyball player!Jay x fem!volleyball player!reader

summary: one may ask, what would happen if you put a prodigy and a hard worker in one room? Absolute chaos. Jay and Y/N absolutely hated each other’s guts. Having been rivals from middle school until present, it’s a cruel twist of fate that they ended up going to the same university years later. To make matters even worse, both have been selected as captains for the men’s and women’s volleyball team respectively.

The coaches, the managers—hell, both teams knew they had to put an end to this ridiculous beef as they were slowly tarnishing the esteemed reputation of both teams, but the question is: how?

genre: social media au, college au, enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, humor and crack

warnings: y/n is a bit of a menace, Jay is a bit of a dick, cursing, dirty/inappropriate jokes 💀 and some tension lmao

featuring: ENHYPEN, Stray Kids, STAYC, Weeekly and brief appearances of other idols.

status: COMPLETED

started: october 7, 2021

ended: december 21, 2021

a/n: ages have been adjusted to fit the college setting. Will probably reference Haikyuu a lot… since I kinda did base this au from said anime lol.

bonus content:

set 47 (FIRST DRAFT): say you know me

profiles 1 | profiles 2

set 1: mating ritual

set 2: elevator music and screaming collab

set 3: Jay impression

set 4: right in the kokoro

set 5: demon rat

set 6: twink vibes

set 7: crying.

set 8: I begin to pass out

set 9: man-zoned

set 10: YOU ARE EVIL. (written)

set 11: meat is god

set 12: #brocken

set 13: the zoomies

set 14: fraud and extortion

set 15: brain gymnastics

set 16: coconut looking bitch

set 17: with me***

set 18: Hinata’s wife

set 19: what. (written)

set 20: true crime case

set 21: what are you, 5?

set 22: Siri my beloved

set 23: (starts barking)

set 24: yelling and yodeling

set 25: IMPOSTER

set 26: Jake the wise

set 27: 2 sides of the same coin

set 28: first

set 29: might have forgot us, would you remind me? (written)

set 30: I think…

set 31: I’m swimming in everything you said (written)

set 32: a single mom that works two jobs

set 33: like the whores of babel

set 34: alright fuckers (affectionate)

set 35: SOS for this kitty

set 36: team rocket era

set 37: ooh kinky

set 38: favorite

set 39: it’s Y/N

set 40: mondays (derogatory)

set 41: whore era

set 42: throw me off the deep end (written)

set 43: Sad Girl Era

set 44: cold

set 45: ball smacking

set 46: BOOLIES ૮(꒦ິ ˙̫̮ ꒦ິ)ა

set 47: say you know me (written)

set 48: monstrosity, masterpiece

set 49: dumbification

set 50: plump up those booba

set 51: okay im WORSE

set 52: w word

set 53: this is bribery

set 54: give me all the truth you’re holding (written)

set 55: onlyfans

set 56: couples (derogatory)

last set: no more wasted days between us (written)

JUNGWON’S NOONA — A 02Z SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PAIRING — enha 02z line x jungwon’s sister!fem!reader ft lee heeseung

GENRE — smau, angst, fluff, teenage love, strangers to lovers (but not actual lovers) trope, cheating

WARNINGS — cursing at times, heavy angst at times, cheating !!! (reader will not be cheated on)

SYNOPSIS — the 02z, one of the most famous trios in all of belift high. they’re practically stuck to the hip and if together; create a bunch of chaos. so when jake starts tutoring people, park sunghoon gets bored and offers his best buds a bet. whoever wins the heart of jake’s classmate, yang y/n, gets a hundred bucks. it just also happens that y/n is jungwon’s sister, who absolutely despises them.

PROFILES [ 1 — the 02z gang!! 🥶 ] [ 2 — the yangs and friends ]

1 — “I wish I was Jungwon.”

2 — “02z together forever right?”

3 — fight or flight mode.

4 — cheer up hoon

5 — peer pressured.

6 — the woman was too stunned to speak

7 — but baby

8 — we need to talk.

9 — i’ve got this under control (or not.)

10 — head in the game

11 — fight at my house?!

12 — oh.

13 — thanks, but i only accept apologies in the form of cash.

14 — finals (fighting!)

15 — Park Jay.

16 — Jay Cheater Era.

17 — It is too bad.

18 — too busy.

19 — selfie in shawty’s bathroom.

20 — and that made me want to die !!

21 — a yang family discussion.

22 — can’t look at him the same way.

23 — so close yet so far.

24 — what the hell are you up to?

25 — so oblivious.

26 — she got me singing sad songs and shiz!

27 — and the truth spills.

28 — expect the unexpected.

29 — wouldn’t you like to know.

30 — jinja disgusting 🤮

31 — you chose him over me?

32 — S.H who?

33 — lay it on me.

34 — it’s been too long.

35 — HE(E)’S HERE???

36 — Ethan Lee from the states.

TAGLIST CLOSED.

trees in fall → masterlist

✧ synopsis : arranged to be married to your best friend you harbor no romantic feelings for starts to feel like a trap for y/n. so, she decides to live life one last time before she’s tied down by a promise her parents made for her. She visits Seoul for her last semester of college and lives life with no regrets.

✧ warnings : cheating, just straight cheating. swearing. kissing? maybe. underage drinking. (i’ll keep updating)

✧ paring : sunghoon x reader x yeonjun

✧ genre : fluff. smau. some written parts. angst. college au. slow burn

✧ features : enhypen. some members of txt. yeji of itzy. heejin of loona.

✧ status : ongoing

✧ schedule : trying for mon. wed. friday. and maybe a surprise on the weekends

timestamps do not matter

this is just for fun and is NOT a real representation of how these people act

i’ve changed the ages of some people to fit the plot

don’t ask me about the extensive use of mirror selfies. we all know the iconic 02 mirror pics, i had to use them. enjoy!

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watermelon sugar. | JAKE

[ 🎬 ]! ぃ ⸻ 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁?

synopsis. he's the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he's not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.

pairing. sim jaeyun(jake) x fem!reader

genre. fluff, very slight angst, crack/humor, college!au, roommates!au, fuckboy!jake, computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake

featuring. brief mentions of jay and sunghoon, and a fling!oc

wordcount. 7.1k

warnings. two brief scenes of public harassment, i tried to be as inclusive as possible but there might be scenes where i may have failed to do so and i apologize for it. also the reader's personality has been described at various points which some might not like.

inspired by. from a dream and the reader being a watermelon addict was inspired from my own recent newfound addiction with mangoes. also because i read a roommate fic and suddenly wanted to write one where the member is whipped for the reader but they are oblivious.

[🗒] NOTE. this is for my 500 follower special, the fic that won the poll not proofread & lowercase intended i reread it once and it feels trash honestly wtf have i written, the ending seems rushed too :((

"i don't mind this feeling."

god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you aren't complaining though he takes care of you in every way he could, making you feel like you are his little sister even though you're both in the same year. he makes you breakfast, helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment, cooks and does the dishes more than often except when he's busy or late from his soccer practice, video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesn't disturb you, does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, he's just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed. calls you his candy well not exactly 'his' but according to him this nickname of yours is only reserved for him, and only gives a fuck about you besides his two best friends; who only know your name and jake has also made sure they're aware you're off-limits.

the only drawback is him being a fuckboy, having to find a new girl in the house almost every other day, ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently you've been feeling weirdly dejected, you feel a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you can't pin point exactly why and what it is.

"candy, my laptop broke down again!" you hear jake shout from his room just as you're preparing to get ready for shower, choosing one shower gel out of the four you have and grabbing your towel before tying up your usually let down hair into a messy bun. sighing you walk out your room, keeping what all you held in your hand on the kitchen counter and entering his room through the half open door. he's sitting on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face, you turn to look at his desk to see his laptop closed, "maybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, it would stay healthy. but I assume you tricked me into coming here, it's not gonna work everytime yun," you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,"well it does work everytime though,"

"what is it?", asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair, spinning in rounds with your legs slightly extended out swinging them subtly, hands gripping on the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. "actually eunsang, she-" he starts hesitantly but you cut him off, knowing what he's about to say, "I told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didn't I?"

"yes but it happened and now she's after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her constant pestering," clamping together his hands he pouts, giving you his puppy eyes for a few seconds and when you don't show a reaction of any sort he resorts to bribery,"I'll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!" his eyes sparkle with hope, expecting you to fall for it, like you do every single time but alas patterns break and so did your greed for sweets; or perhaps you suppressed it.

"no, i'm on a diet. I gave up on sweets, what if I get diabetes? will you," you point at him dramatically,"take responsibility?" to which his stance morphs into a stunned one for a moment before he's regaining the part of him which knows how you are like, "yes of course I'll help you take your meds and-" he raps quickly in a hurried note aware that you'll not let him answer if he's not fast enough but you still beat him to it, speaking over his voice, loudly so that his words are drowned out even though you hear them very clearly,"will you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before I develop the urge to lock you in the bathroom when you're in there later," with that you rush out the room swiftly incase he decides to use his strength against you to get you to accept his beseech; it doesn't help that he's training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. it's obvious he'll have you give in if he wants but he's too sweet to force you.

its comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room, is eunsang standing by the open kitchen's counter, clad in one of jake's dress shirt that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. when she notices you, she's gives you a small, friendly smile which you know is fake, she's doing it just so to look good and polite in jake's eyes. but sad to say it's of no use, because she's not even there in his eyes to begin with, the moment the boy comes out of his room, his field of vision doesn't even find her, passing by her very visible figure like she's a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,"good morning, candy," he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,"and mei,"

wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on, surely you heard them last night, but you didn't know it was her, you weren't even expecting her to be the one, she was like the last person you would have assumed. in return he sends you a flying look that he'll explain everything later.

"yunie~," your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you call him with leaving her mouth, it's certain now, like jake you have blossomed a definite possession over a nickname.

jake's eyes shift to look at you for a second and then he's running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self, "you're still here? better if you leave soon, candy doesn't like all this," then walks around her to the other side of the counter, into the kitchen, opening the upper cabinets,"what do you want for breakfast candy? should I make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sweet?" he asks resting his palms on the granite surface and leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you; completely ignoring the dumbfounded girl beside you, who clenching her jaw, gives you a weird stare before dashing into his room.

"my watermelon slush please," pouting your lips at him, you walk over to sit up on the kitchen counter, your dangling legs giving his lower thighs a light kick every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink first, you whisper in a low voice,"did you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?" the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, it's not new for you to see random girls in your apartment, or to hear them while they're at it, but it still sort of gives you an uneasy feeling, something you don't like feeling.

"it was a last time kind of deal actually," he pauses to give you a quilty smile, finishing your slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night, holding whatever she brought along. she observes as jake hands you the cup watching you take a sip,"is it good?" he asks in a tone way different than the one she's acquainted to him using with her and it makes her mad and sad, driving her to hurry out of the apartment.

your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,"aggressive," you comment, your hooded orbs as you drink from your favorite mug shifting back to him. "from what I've seen, you're way more aggressive," jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.

you're about to talk back on his words when he cuts you off before you've even drank the liquid still cheeks full in your mouth,"we need to get the groceries this week, I have soccer practice tomorrow and the day after, so I think it'll be best to go today," he shuffles around, making himself some toast.

you give a nod of approval as if he's asking for permission but you know if you say no, then he's not gonna drag you with him,"I'm gonna go take a shower first then," hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies. "let's shower together," he says as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door, a playful mischievousness in his voice and expression. it's clearly a joke but you can't help feeling flustered internally, you've been keeping up with his flirty and touchy antics for the past year yet never found yourself getting used to it, he's too attractive to get used to; at least that's what excuse your brain gives you.

"and if we get locked in there, who's gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems," you complain in a soft groan making you appear adorable in his eyes.

at that he stands straighter, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before he's breaking out in a teasing smile and brazenly narrowed eyes,"so does that mean if the lock was fine you'd actually shower together with me," he purposely stops all he's doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, provoking your sarcasm to come to the surface,"I never said that," sticking your tongue out at him, you close the bathroom door.

two hours later you're both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs stating product location, rows and rows of household products. he's pushing the cart as you look around for items to cross out one by one the ones in your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to, anyone who sees you both would assume it to be a couple grocery trip, it feels as such too, how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that you're on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth, it feels sweet, he feels sweet.

"i'm taking the pop tarts!" he shouts from two isles away and even though it's not a question your brain processes it as one as you answer shouting back,"...okay fine!" capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at you and say something you don't understand but you assume it's probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.

in the end jake convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break saying that he'll help you and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brand's watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. after the billing, he carries all the bags except the small one that held your lollipops, which he asked the cashier to pack separately, in case you'll want to eat one instantly.

on your way back, you both take the subway. you have a store near your apartment complex but because of the lack of fruits there jake had you come to the big supermarket miles away. due to the busy hour of a weekday when you board the train there's only one seat left, jake urges you to sit but you feel it to be unfair and demand that whoever wins in a of game rock, paper, scissors will occupy the space. he wins and as a result you stand in front of him, holding onto the metal pole with both of your hands, the bags resting at his foot.

it's just one stop through when jake suddenly pulls you on to his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs in a possessive kind of manner. you turn your head to look at him, wanting to ask what on earth happened for him to do this out of the blue, and as your lips part, he whispers in your ear,"that creep right there kept staring you up and down," pointing with a discreet move of his eyes that'll only you're capable of understanding while he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. on the other hand when you find the cad, your mind grows hot with irritation, an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger growing in you.

"I'll show him what the fuck he was staring at,"you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists while looking calm as ever. jake seems to catch on to what you're about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, I know you hate this candy, but I don't want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything I'll make sure to set him right, for now I think he got it that he's not gonna stare at you however he wants," his hand grabs yours and he caresses the expanse of your arm delicately like a soothing rub.

for the rest of the ride he manages to pacify you and when your stop comes he intertwines your fingers as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving, you do wish to do that but instead just throw an aversive and loathful glare at him.

"I'm gonna roll on you all I want today," you declare like an important announcement as you roll from on top of his body to the the floor then back from the floor to the top of his body and then to the other side like the fur remover roller you have for mei as he lies on the fluffy rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. a lighthearted laugh leaves his lips, feeling the weight of your body on and off,"you do this all the time, why are you behaving like it's the first," reaching behind to hold you still on his back he asks,"why are you sulking?" knowing all too well you do this either when you're over the top bathing in happiness or drowning in sorrow.

"I'm gonna gain weight now because of you, I'll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to desist myself from binge eating them," forming a fist you lightly punch the curve of his shoulders in consistent hits. he turns around in a swift motion and grabs you into a hug,"I love your belly anyhow, whether it's visible or not," giggling near your ear, he gives the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch, having you wince and recoil before you hug him back,"yeah whatever," his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm, and the warmth spreading all over your face.

you both stay like that for a while breathing in relaxation, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. you're the first to pull away,"you should finish that essay, I'll go do some studying for my test next week," getting up you leave him in the living room to spend the rest of your evening buried in books and your school laptop.

after all the studying for the following two days till the weekend, the first thing in the morning you do is put on despicable me on the tv, and switching on the ac, wrap yourself in a thin lilac charmeuse blanket to start your stress relieving movie marathon.

"yunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday," you spare a quick glance towards the half naked boy wearing only a pair of sweatpants, black hair all dishevelled looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week, walking out of his room, headset resting around his neck, before your eyes return to focus on the movie playing on the tv screen. "yeah sure," he mumbles out softly in his raspy morning voice sounding probably like he stayed up all night again.

taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon jake scoops out a small little portion, and going up to your slouched figure on the couch, extends out his hand which held the spoon of fruit towards your mouth,"here you go, candy," as a motion of feeding you, something he does quite often. after you've eaten it, he gives you the half cut ball of sweetness and sits beside you to see what you're watching.

not even a minute after, he's fidgeting about, pulling up to sit cross-legged,"do you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this one's pretty small," he turns to look at you, raising his brows subtly,"well first of all I didn't plan to have a roommate and secon- I swear if it's for your carnal escapades I'm kicking you out!" it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you throw a seed at him, which due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest.

keeping away the watermelon, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off,"this is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!" you laugh.

"stop making me appear like a horndog!" he laughs along, whinning at your fictitious accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.

"well that is exactly what you are but I'll stop if you make me some sweet soy-glazed potatoes," trying to strike a deal as if it's a bid you wiggle your brows at him, like an invitation to a challenge but in reality it's just jake having to prepare today's lunch which he does so often, that it's like you coming into the kitchen to cook is almost similar to a little kid coming to help their parent. "at least cut the potatoes? a little help as such will be appreciated and remembered," he puts his palm against his chest and bows, stifling a small laugh when you return the bow with a 'yes your majesty'

getting up from the couch you're about to head towards the kitchen when the doorbell rings, "yun can you get the potatoes out, I'll see who it is," you regret opening the door the moment you see the figure standing outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you close the door behind you, and the boy thinks of it as nothing because you've done it lot many times when your friends show up, simply because you don't want them to become his prey.

you look up amd down at eunsang as she stands all tall, hands folded, fully dressed fancy with a cocky expression, "I'm here to see jake," she states tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him no where to be seen. "and he doesn't want to see you, didn't he tell you it was the last time," as a counterattack you fold your hands as well, raising your head gazing at her tauntingly, the look in your round orbs carrying boredom. "are you jake? I said I want to talk to jake not you," scoffing, she rolls her eyes at you and clicks her heels as a sign of impatience. poking your tongue on the inside of your cheek, you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, "and are you deaf? I said he does not want to talk to you," but what the girl says next makes it impossible for you to just stay still.

jake, the matter of subject on the other hand is busy washing and peeling the potatoes inside when he hears your loud voice, in a second one shout turning into many more followed by screamings which has him falling into a frantic mind. he quickly drops the potatoes and knifes in his hand and rushes out the door to see you and eunsang grabbing and pulling onto each other's hair which you shout way more loudly than eunsang's screams. his hands flail as he contemplates on what to do, how to stop this before he finds himself behind you, gripping eunsang's hands and removing them from your head to which her head snaps to look at him in shock. in another moment his fingers grasp the dip of your waist and he throws you over his shoulder and takes you back inside, your fisting hands hitting the expanse of his back as protest,"fucking let go of me! I'm gonna give her a good piece of my mind!"

putting your body down he holds the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,"stop fighting all the time, stay here I'll talk to her, okay?" he speaks slowly as an attempt to placate you. when you trying escaping his arms, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face,"okay?" you sigh loudly before giving him a nod and with that he walks out to confront eunsang about why she suddenly decided to show up.

truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or maybe saw you. it was the day he was supposed to move in, he had packed all that was necessary for the rest of the week in his suitcase while keeping in mind to get all his other stuff later. the apartment being on the seventh floor, jake was waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor and when it did, never in a million years did he ever expect to witness such a first encounter with his college roommate, that too a girl he supposedly thought of setting up a friends with benefit type of arrangement. the doors of the elevator had slid open to see you cornering a middle aged man, jake watched with his mouth hanging open, eyes bulging out, face still like stone and heart beat on pause from the shock of the scene- it's probably an exaggeration but this is how he remembers he felt when he saw you slap the man hard mumbling out in a fake laugh,"fun?", a smirk visible from your side profile as you futher kicked the man in the crotch,"this' fun?" asking with an expression of feigned innocence like you did not just do what you just did.

he was fascinated and at the same time horrified knowing you were going to be his roommate, he thought you were someone who beat up people just because they felt like it but turned out the man had apparently tried to or maybe actually did touch you inappropriately behind the closed doors. he had never before seen you in the campus, neither did he know your name until then and never was it his intention to treat you so good, like a little sister, calling you candy, it just somehow happened after he found your love for sweets and how you're so very different than what he had beheld the first time, contrastingly a kind of babiness that came out when he treated you almost like one.

but for the note of it, it's safe to say he got attracted to you since the very first rencounter. he liked the aggressiveness that you held, not looking like it but having it very staunchly.

it takes him a few minutes to return, a small smile on his face as he closes the door behind him, like he just confessed or something, it grows even wider when his eyes find you,"stop cutting the potatoes so aggressively, they're gonna get smashed," he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out. "she called me a slut for living with a guy like you and I was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-" you place the knife on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,"and you dragged me in!" whinning you pout your lips at him, brows furrowing.

watching you with amused eyes, he stops to give you a regaling smile, pursed lips stretching across his cheeks,"my darling candy, I'm only good to you," you glare at him wanting to supress the bubbles of jitteriness in your stomach rising through your chest but anyhow you still break into a smile which fortunate for you he doesn't see because you turn back as soon as you feel your lips twitching.

a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day; what's changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number seeming to get less day by day, and what you haven't noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip, and has decided to better his ways, no longer wanting to be branded as a fuckboy. unknown to you it's not that but you.

after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you go straight to bed, changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket at around eight in the evening. jake returning from his soccer practice has plans to have a night out at the bar with his friends, unaware that you're already asleep he opens you room door, speaking in a voice way too loud for you to not wake up.

"candy, I'm gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? I didn't know I'm so sorry candy," he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy form under the covers trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes followed by heavy blinking and a small pout,"it's okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, I'll be back in the morning," approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep well' before leaving; you hear the front door close just as you drift back into the blank canvas.

you don't know what time it is, but surely it's past midnight judging from dead silence you wake up to, that is except the constant ringing of calls, fumbling around for your phone you check to see a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of messages from the same. opening the chat you find it to be jake's friend jay, whose apparently asking you to come get jake from the car downstairs, stating that the said boy being drunk is refusing to go back home with anyone but you, chanting your name, or asking where you are more specifically as jay has sent you quoted 'where is my candy?', whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.

sighing you put on a random jacket from your closet over your pajamas and go out to get jake, leaving the main door open because for sure there's no way you'll be able to open it while continuing to support his body weight, helping him stand stable. it takes you about twenty minutes to get him to the elevator and then through the door, all the while keeping him from falling all over you, as he giggles in joy hugging you from the side. you've seen him drunk a ton of times, more than you can remember but everytime it looks like he's not drunk even when he is, therefore it comes to you as surprise seeing this behavior of his. for all you know he's drank a lot today, more than he usually does as his friends told you after confirming that you're his roommate never having seen you before.

dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going to his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants from the many he has and the first shirt you find which happens to be the oversized one he bought very recently, you hand him the clothes. wetting a towel, you sit beside him to first wipe the sweat from his face and neck before asking him to change and sleep, wanting to leave to go back your room and sleep the leftover hours of the night. just as you turn away, his hand grabs your wrist and he stops you with his puppy eyes.

in the morning around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk, he sits on his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed in his shirt. it's like he feels everything to be done from here, he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk and the moment he sees you stirring, waking up in seconds, looking around for a while before settling on his figure hunched in anguish. "yun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should I make you something for it?" you ask in worry making him feel even more guiltier than he already has been.

"you don't even know any hangover recipes," he mumbles in an almost inaudible voice,"I can just search on the internet and try my best, it's not like I'll give you anything inedible," you joke trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.

you sit up and are fixing your messed up hair when he speaks again, once more sounding as miserable as he has never before,"candy I'm," he pauses gulping to control the lump in his throat,"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, I don't why I," he stops again making you confused as to what he is wanting to say,"what are you saying? what apology?" it is when his eyes shift to stare at what you're clad in and staying there for a hard minute when you understand what he means, your cheeks grow hot at the realization but then his words dawn over you. even if it didn't happen the fact that he wouldn't mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently?

"why? because I'm not like the others you have been with? because I'm not like eunsang? or because I'm not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-" eversince you've known him, it's the first time you hear him shout, never having heard him raise his voice at you, it has you flinch and listen attentively,"that's the problem! you're not like her! you're not like any of the others! you're special and I'm afraid I'll lose you, things will change and just I'll have to get over you without even getting a chance,"

you sit in silence for a while processing everything, and by that: jake likes you. when the fact settles in your consciousness, you supress the urge to laugh, understanding the situation in a bigger picture now. you slowly get up from your place and walk over to sit on his lap and taking in a breath of courage, cup his cheeks to give him a long peck, then mumble against his lips brushing yours against the softness of his,"nothing happened, but if you want I can give you a chance to date me, it's going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely," it has him wide-eyed and mum in a trance, you can even feel the rapid beating of his heart through where you are pressed together.

"your lips taste like watermelon," he mutters out lowly, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. this is definitely out of the box of outcomes of the situation he had made up in his mind.

"I had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up," giving his shoulder a light push, you get up and leave the room to make something, probably as you said a recipe searched up on the web.

when he comes out later, he's back to the jake you know, the one who has his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. "why were- are you wearing my shirt then?" he questions in genuine curiosity,"you practically begged me to last night while sobbing for I don't know what reason," you shrug, laughing as you see him make a flustered, surprised pikachu face.

a week later, around four in the afternoon an hour before he has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach his figure on the couch re-watching an episode of vincenzo. over the last few days you've sat down to talk things out, and put a label on your newfound relationship, and on his insistence made it official between you two that you're dating, which he soon reveals to his friends, and as a matter of fact they don't have a fuck to give, they barely knew you, he never even let you all meet and now that he's dating you, they could do nothing but be 'okay dude, we get it you changed'

"do you wanna play that pocky game?" sitting beside him you show him a banana flavored pocky stick, before you are able to have a taste of it, he snatches it out of your fingers and passing a comment,"if you wanted a kiss, you could have just said so," attaches his lips to yours, moving to hold the back of your neck. at first it starts out slow but then you end up making out for a good fifteen minutes.

he has you on his lap, back facing his chest as you rest you weight on him, while the both of absent-mindedly watch the scenes playing on the tv. his fingers play the strands of your hair, occasionally moving to trace random letters on the back of your shoulder. "my parents want to meet you," now his fingers come to poke at your cheeks, treating it like jelly,"as my roommate, they don't know we are dating, haven't told them yet. maybe we can when you meet them?"

"so suddenly though?" you think back to all whatever you have ever done to him for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl whose exacerbating their son's already unpleasant habits. when you find innumerous such happenings, you resort to look at mei laying on the rug in a peaceful sleep, mind wandering off to remind yourself to water the plants in the balcony and the few on the shelves inside to distract from the discouragement you feel creeping in.

"they've actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, I was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and I have no more excuses to give," hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically half of a whole at lunch. "if you don't want to then you don't have to, I'll talk to them," he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.

"no it's okay, we can go on tuesday. how long will the drive be?" you shift to face him sideways sliding to sit on the comfort of the couch with your legs hanging over his. "probably two hours or so? we can go and return on the same day," nodding, you start playing with his fingers, touch like knuckles and wondering why they look kinds red.

"I'll go prepare for my soccer practice now?" he doesn't mean to but it comes out like a question, not wanting to just brush you off. "we're never together in the campus, it makes me sad," you complain, moving away to let him leave to pack his duffle bag and change his clothes. "that's because we have completely different majors, it's not possible. besides you're not in any club either to stay after classes," it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.

the entirety of jake's practice, you sit idle writing down options and cutting off ones you deem are not for you, but then you wish to come out of the shell of nerd you've created. all of it has you exasperated leaving you with the thought that you'll think of it later, no doubt discuss it with jake, yet by the time he comes back it has already slipped your mind and you've forgotten it much to your convenience until your visit to his family house.

it feels weird and exhilarating how his parents and his older brother welcome you, treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is; kind of feels like a successful meeting of in-laws when it's far from it.

they try their best to make you feel at home, during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, and when you are done with the food in your plate they urge you to eat more, asking if you don't like it when you refuse politely. they talk to you about casual things such as your likes and dislikes, what major you are, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesn't feel like you're meeting them for the first time, they make you feel so comfortable that you forget you're supposed to act poised, something you decided on the previous night.

in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got that from, the sweet person he is which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didn't even have an ounce of hope that he'll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct, yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy you've ever come around in your life.

when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to disclose his thoughts,"you know until I heard him call you candy a while ago, I was under the impression that 'candy'," he quotes it specially with a movement of his index and middle finger,"is supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after I saw the contact name when he got a call the last time he was here," making an amused face, he smirks subtly watching jake walk up the stairs behind you, a plate of fruits in his hand and whispers so that it doesn't reach his younger brother's ears,"turns out it's you, I never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,"

before you leave in the evening jake makes sure to tell them you're dating and that he's not playing around, it's an actual relationship that he's willing to give effort into and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you. on your way here you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations even prepared yourself to hear things that'll stick to your mind but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what the inner you had you composed for. it's all you can think of in the car and after you're back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.

cheerleader... not a bad idea-

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DON'T STEREOTYPE ME! - MASTERLIST

synopsis heeseung and y/n - the two notorious players of belift university, victims of a mutual skinny love. too shy egoistical to confess, too similar to one another. but what happens when she secretly takes a liking to her bestfriend's closest friend, jay?

pairing fboy!heeseung x fem reader (eventual hyung line)

genre fluff, angst, slice of life, friends to lovers, mutual pining, expected heart break, possible unrequited love, broken friendships

warnings reader is the same age as heeseung. terrible miscommunication, jealousy, sexual references, cursing, more to add along the way. + characters do not depict the idols behavior in real life

status ㅡ on going ( 22 nov 2021 to tba )

© story is created, written, and published by en-logs | no copying, reposting, modifying the story to any other platforms will be tolerated.

masterlist !

profiles: layla dinner 7pm ㅣ the boyz

prologue.

ep. 1: hee lasts 3 minutes?

ep. 2: it's like im not even here

ep. 3: welcome to beomgyu's kitchen

ep. 4: belift lounging

ep. 5: midnight strolls with hee (+ written)

ep. 6: care to join?

ep. 7: sunghoon is a what?

ep. 8: everybody knows except them

ep. 9: sunoo was right

ep.10: behind heeseung's actions

ep. 11: one sketchy text

ep.12: the party

ep.13: spunchbob and practice

ep.14: baby clothes

ep.15: the losing end

ep.16: lee heeseung's spit jar no more

ep.17: heeseung talks about you all the time!

ep.18: nick wilde is hot

ep.19: this bottle of soju aint shit fr

ep.20: marvins room is on repeat

ep.21: there's something to tell you

ep.22: you want me to share it with you?

special chapter one ㅡ just them being friends

ep.23: it's going down

special chapter two ㅡ the hidden clues, explained

ep.24: new years resolutions

ep.25: y/n is a demon

ep.26: mystery machine

special chapter three ㅡ behind y/n and settings' dynamic

ep.27: yeah right

ep.28: if theres a sign

ep.29: shy? that's different

ep.30: if you adore her, dior her

ep.31: the devil wears

ep.32: something's brewing

ep.33: wouldn't last a minute (written)

ep.34: it's a date

ep.35: jaylor swift

ep.36: park sunghoon is a menace

...

epilogue.

re-blogs with tags, interactions, and asks are always appreciated in order to keep the story going <3

open sesame — ft. lee heeseung (masterlist)

some doors are better left unopened.

synopsis: you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

title: open sesame

characters: lee heeseung (enhypen) x you

genres: romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

au(s): roommate heeseung, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au

contents: hot roommate heeseung in a robe, suggestive content, mentions of sex, teasing, crack galore

warnings: swearing, lowercase intended

a/n: this is my debut story on tumblr! i’m super excited & nervous ;-; i think i’ll continue with lots of enhypen content, so please support this if u enjoy it! :>

MASTERLIST

❝ chapter one: you open his door. ❝ chapter two: you realise your mistake. ❝ chapter three: you suffer some more. ❝ chapter four: you open one more door. ❝ chapter five (final): you leave the door closed.

tracking: #open sesame

please support me via liking, reblogging w tags & interacting! ♡ thank u sm for reading, hope u enjoy this one :> my other works can be found here. edit: thank u sm for all the love on the masterlist :>

TAGLIST

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i love oneshots that has 10k+ word counts LIKE?!?@?!?!(! YESSSSSS LET ALL OF THAT SIZZLE SLOWLY INTO AN ENDING UUUUGGHH YESSSSS WE LOVE THE SLOWBURN IN THE FICS FR

BROKEN RULES !

SUMMARY | you’re well known across the city for having the perfect love life with your soulmate: lee heeseung. unfortunately for everyone, it’s a complete facade. but with an odd change of events, you find that your connection with heeseung was destined to fail from the start. that’s where riki comes in—the six foot, dark haired boy who always has a smug on his face. you find yourself more drawn to him than you ever have to heeseung, so it only takes a few broken rules for you to be together.

PAIRING | riki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT |  19.4k (this is a big one i fear 😵‍💫)

GENRE | soulmate au, high school au, strangers to friends to lovers au, fluff, angst!!!!!

WARNINGS | cursing, toxic heeseung, two fight scenes, mentions of blood & food

FEATURING | ENHYPEN, IVE’s wonyoung and rei, & KEP1ER’s bahiyyih

A/N | this is part of @amakumos ’s “written in the stars” collab !!! and the banner was made by the one and only @seungstarss bae thank u sm for making a SECOND banner ily <3 ANYWAYSSSSS THIS TOOK ME TWO MONTHS AND IS DEDICATED TO ONE OF MY BSFS ON THIS APP :( @kaimal u alr know this one’s for u hehe,, lastly !! thank u so much @ijhyo​ for beta reading this beast

You’re sitting in the crowd amongst a wave of roaring students, parents and teachers. You’re only here for one reason, or rather, one person, but your eyes can’t help themselves as they’re drawn to someone else playing on the court.

Nishimura Riki. You share a few classes with him, so you’re fairly familiar with who he is. He mostly keeps to himself and excels well in the classes that you share, so he doesn’t usually catch your attention. Except when he’s on the court. Due to your..let’s just say connections for now..to the team, you’re actually sitting pretty close to the court so the view you have of Riki is pretty convenient.

Convenient in a way that you can perfectly see how excluded the poor boy is. Standing at the edge of the court, Riki is ignored by not only the opposing team, but his teammates as well. He’s been free for the past ten minutes, and if his team had any sort of mind, they’d pass the ball to him. Guilt dawns on you every time you hear him scream out to his teammates, yelling at them to pass the ball to him, and you frown every time he turns to his coach like a sad puppy. You feel so bad for him, but you can’t do anything about it because of–

“Y/N!” Heeseung jogs up to you from the court, chest drenched in a horrid amount of sweat and hair stuck to his forehead. You hold back a sigh as his eyes are trained on you, resisting the urge to gag at how putrid he smells. You must have blanked out and missed the second quarter call, which is why you’re a little stunned. “Did you see the three pointer I did?” There’s a big smile on his face so you pay him the favour of returning it halfheartedly, despite the desire to push him away from you.

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