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someone get me flowers rn istg </3

thanks for the flowers (tiktok prank)

— enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

synopsis: sending your s/o a message thanking them for sending you flowers that they did not send

genre(s): fluff, tiktok prank (?), text au

coco's ♡ note: hi I was scrolling through my fyp and a lady did this on her bf so I thought hmm why not do it with the enha boys :) I also have some written enha content coming out so be on the lookout for that later this week!

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ jungwon x fem, 0.5k, est relationship fluff, ‎‎‎ pro tip : kissing your boyfriend is the best way to avoid weird seniors at your friends party

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The night was electric, your friend’s birthday party was nothing short of over-the-top, just the way she liked it. The music thumped through the walls, vibrating the floor beneath your feet, and the flashing lights cast wild patterns across the room, making it hard to see anything clearly. You moved with your friends, bodies swaying to the beat, your laughter blending with theirs as you lost yourself in the rhythm. But every so often, your gaze drifted across the crowded room, searching for him.

There he was—Jungwon—leaning casually against the wall, his eyes catching yours through the shifting lights. A quiet smile played on his lips, and your heart skipped a beat. Even in the middle of the party’s madness, there was something comforting in his presence, like a calm anchor amidst the storm. Your friends twirled you back into the dance, but each glance you stole in his direction felt like a secret moment shared between just the two of you, even with the world spinning around you.

“I’m going to grab some water!” you shouted into your friend’s ear, hoping your voice would cut through the pounding music. She nodded, barely catching your words, as you gave her a quick smile and turned toward the kitchen.

As you weaved through the crowd, the flashing lights and bodies in motion made it hard to navigate. Just as you reached the hallway, a guy stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You recognized him—he was a senior, taller than you, with a casual smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around,” he said, leaning in a little too close to be heard over the music. You glanced around, feeling a bit uneasy, but you forced a polite smile as you tried to step around him.

He shifted, blocking your path entirely, his body becoming a wall you couldn’t slip past. “I have a boyfriend,” you said firmly, hoping it would be enough to get him to move.

He chuckled, leaning in closer, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Don’t lie. No guy would leave you alone like this.”

Before you could respond, you spotted Jungwon making his way through the crowd, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between you and the guy. Relief flooded through you, and without hesitation, you reached out, grabbing Jungwon by the middle of his shirt. Pulling him close, you kissed him harshly, the suddenness of it catching him off guard. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, and the guy stepped back, his smug expression vanishing and himself not long after.

Jungwon kissed you back, his arms tightening around your waist, his warmth and the familiar feeling of his lips making everything else disappear.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, his face was flushed a deep shade of red, his wide eyes looking at you in a mix of surprise and something else—something softer. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a quiet laugh escaped as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered.

“Uh… what just happened?” he asked, his voice slightly shaky but full of that gentle warmth you loved.

You smiled, still holding onto his shirt. “Some guy thought I was lying about having a boyfriend. So, I figured I’d prove him wrong.”

Jungwon glanced at the guy, who was now awkwardly standing a few feet away, looking uncomfortable. Jungwon’s expression softened as he turned back to you. “Guess that did the trick.”

You giggled, feeling the tension dissolve. “Yeah, I’d say it worked.”

Jungwon leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Good,” he whispered. “But next time, maybe I’ll get to kiss you without an audience.”

lol why am i embarrassed to post this 😓 kazmura cb part 2 tho, rb it up!! (pls💞)

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DISCLAIMER! all works are fictional and not a real-life representation of any person

NETWORKS! @kstrucknet

KEY ᝰ.ᐟ

f — fluff

a — angst

h — horror

c — comedy

m — mature

s — suggestive

LEE HEESEUNG ⸺ ?!

melting | f | s

❝take one look at you, you’re heaven’s incarnate.❞

lover | f

❝iv’e loved you three summers now, honey, but i want ‘em all.❞

understand | f | c

❝take you by the hand, you’re the only one who understands.❞

PARK JONGSEONG ⸺ ?!

nothing yet :(

SIM JAEYUN ⸺ ?!

safety net | f

❝got me tripping, falling with no safety net.❞

tired of love songs | f | c

in which jaeyun is tired of the universal notion of romance but one look in your eyes changes everything he once thought he was so sure of

cherry theory | f

in which opposites attract

redamancy | f | a

in which you profess your love to a forbidden man

PARK SUNGHOON ⸺ ?!

i like you | f

in which park sunghoon likes many things, but he’ll always like you the most

laundry and taxes | f | a | everything everywhere all at once au

in another life, you and park sunghoon are lovers, just not in this one

KIM SUNOO ⸺ ?!

beautiful creatures (preview) a halloween special

in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way. But when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

YANG JUNGWON ⸺ ?!

pov | f

❝i’d love to see me from your point of view.❞

theory of love | f

in which jungwon ponders the theory of love on a morning bus ride but his only conclusion is you

NISHIMURA RIKI ⸺ ?!

koi no yokan (pt. 1) | f | c

in which you end up in detention with the school’s most infamous bad boy

the premonition of love (pt. 2) | f | c

in which you once again find yourself in detention with the school’s most notorious bad boy and things soon take a turn for the worst… or maybe not

midnight kisses | f

in which riki seeks solace in your lips in the dead of night

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KOI NO YOKAN ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, high school au, implied enemies to lovers, bad boy x good girl

word count! 1387

warnings! minor profanity

synopsis! in which you end up in detention with the school’s most infamous bad boy

“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” Niki teases, flicking a small paper ball at your back from his seat behind you, there were plenty of other desks available and the fact that he chose to sit so close to you made your blood boil.

You clench your jaw in annoyance at his childish antics, the sound of his voice only aggravating you further, you shut your eyes for a quick moment to compose yourself before turning around in your chair to face him. You were class president after all, you had to maintain your diplomatic reputation, “What is your problem with me?”

Niki leans forward in his chair, hands shoved in the pockets of his black slacks, “That’s funny, I was just about to ask the same thing.”

Your mind temporarily focuses on the fact that he’s closer in proximity now, not too close but close enough you could smell the musky scent of cologne wafting from his lean figure. You quickly snap back to reality when Niki chuckles at your lack of response, the little moment clearly giving him an ego boost.

You turn back around with a roll of your eyes, not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction,“I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I got detention.”

Niki scoffs in disbelief. “More like you’re the reason I got detention, you snitch.” He retorts.

Your mouth falls open at his insult, going against your better judgement you quickly whip back around to face him once again, eyes narrowing at the brunet boy, “I’m not a snitch! If you weren’t vandalizing school property like the delinquent you are we wouldn’t be stuck here!”

Niki’s eyes are narrowed back at you, hands still remain in his pockets though this time he’s leaned back in his chair. “You’re the psycho that attacked me! If you would’ve just let me run away like any other normal person we wouldn’t be stuck here!” He uses your own words against you and you swear no one has ever gotten under your skin quite like Riki Nishimura.

“Not only is vandalism against school policy, it’s also against the law, you lowlife criminal.”

“Well,” Niki begins sarcastically with a dramatic roll of his eyes, “Lock me up and throw away the key.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, take a number and get in line.”

Eventually thirty agonizing minutes passed by without another word from you or Niki, there was only ten minutes left of detention now and you had planned on spending the remainder of it finishing your game of Tetris on your old flip phone you snuck in prior to detention since the principal had taken away your smartphones.

You had gotten so immersed in your game you were oblivious to the boy behind you beginning to stir awake, he might’ve stayed in his deep slumber if it wasn’t for the harsh clicks of your fingers against the buttons of the phone and your whispered curses anytime you didn’t land a block exactly the way you intended but nonetheless nothing seemed to be going your way since you met Niki.

“I thought you were supposed to be a goody two-shoes.” He rests his chin on top of your head, larger frame towering over yours. His deep voice is slightly raspy from his previous nap making it all the more attractive and it causes a shiver to go down your spine.

You’re not sure what to say being caught red handed by none other than the devil himself, you knew he would never let you live this down. So you opt for swiftly attempting to shove the phone into the desk, but his nimble fingers snatch it.

“Hey, give it back!” You simultaneously jump out from your seat as Niki does.

He laughs, holding the phone away from your reach as you attempt to get it back, grabbing onto his arms though it does nothing, he’s able to easily overpower you by simply breaking free from your grip.

“Sneaking a phone into detention?” He tsks at you, “That’s against school rules. Looks like you’re a total hypocrite, miss president.”

“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?!” You huff, shoving his broad shoulders which barely had any effect on the boy as he continues to laugh but you won’t give up so easily.

Before Niki knows it, you pounce on him, causing you both to tumble down on the ground.

Much to your dismay you land right on top of him, your palms harshly smacking onto the wooden floor on either side of his head, your outstretched arms thankfully stopping your face from crashing directly into his, preventing what would’ve been a very awkward kiss.

You know you should get up and pretend nothing happened, you know it’s wrong to be staying in this position with him longer than necessary but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to pull away from him.

The way he’s looking at you right now has you in a daze, the constellations of tiny moles scattered across his face and neck takes you to outer space, his dark eyes like black holes, drawing you in with great force and you can’t escape. The multiple small silver hoops that adorned his ears like planetary rings, and the way his flawless ivory skin glowed like the pale moonlight is enough to have you feeling like a supernova just exploded inside your chest.

Despite the throbbing pain in the back of his head Niki smirks up at you, “You little pervert. Was this your agenda all along?”

Of course he had to say something stupid to ruin the moment and even though you should feel relieved a small part of you can’t help but also feel slightly disappointed.

You scoff at his accusation, “Fuck off, Nishimura.” Using his shoulder as leverage for pushing yourself off him, “I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last man on earth-“ Your little rant is cut short when Niki suddenly lifts himself up, his long slender fingers wrapping around the wrist of your hand that once held his shoulder, tugging it towards his chest, his grip rough but gentle while forcing you closer to him.

“Go ahead,” The tip of his nose caresses yours, his plump lips lingering millimeters from your own, his thigh trapped between your knees as you kneel so you’re just barely hovering above him, “What were you saying?”

You’re absolutely mortified by the position you’ve let yourself be put in by Niki and even more ashamed at the warm sensation that runs through your entire body.

It’s wrong, and yet the way his other hand is resting on your waist feels right.

He chuckles at your silence, before finally letting you go allowing you both to break apart and stand up. “Detention should be over by now.” You say, clearing your throat, hands straightening out the black fabric of your skirt, deciding to ignore the whole ordeal that just unfolded between you and Niki.

However, Niki seems to disagree with your decision, eyes scanning you up and down, a smirk still plastered on his face as he watches you adjust your school uniform, knowing it’s just nervous fiddling.

“Jake’s throwing a party friday night, you should come.” He offers, his intense gaze unwavering.

You avoid his eyes, but still manage to speak confidently, “I don’t go to parties.”

“Because you don’t get invited?” He teases once more, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

You stomp your foot, giving the boy a pointed look as you meet his gaze.

He lazily raises his hands up in surrender, his silver chain bracelets clinking together on his wrist as he lets out a light laugh and you hate the way you chuckle along with him.

“You don’t get detention either but that didn’t turn out so bad, did it?”

“Says who?” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Just think about it.” Niki shrugs before grabbing his backpack from his desk, flinging it over his shoulder, and leaving you alone in the classroom for your own thoughts to consume you.

This was only your second encounter with Riki Nishimura and as much as you hoped it would be your last you couldn’t shake the inevitable feeling that this was just the beginning.

link! pt. 2 to koi no yokan (the premonition of love)

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POV ⸺ YANG JUNGWON

genres! fluff, song fic, established relationship

word count! 489

playlist! pov by ariana grande

mimi’s note! the first paragraph is inspired by a post i read on here a while back but i don’t remember the user

Yang Jungwon isn’t the kind of person to love halfheartedly, he’ll give you everything he has: his heart, his body, his mind, his soul. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do, wouldn’t lose, wouldn’t trade or give for you and it’s this unspoken rule, this ubiquitous notion that his love for you was wholehearted and unconditional.

With Jungwon you were receiving the kind of love you dreamt of as a little girl, gifting you small trinkets that reminded him of you, always making time for you despite his busy schedule, taking on the task of doing a chore he knows you hate, handwritten love letters, giving you genuine compliments—not out of obligation but because he truly admires you, holding you in his arms as he rubs your back in hopes to melt away your stress, slow dancing in ungodly hours of the night, coming home with your favorite drink and snacks if he was out too long as a show of appreciation for being so patient and understanding with him, invariably putting you first no matter the consequences he would face afterwards because your safety and comfort is his main priority.

He was the kind of lover to unknowingly fulfill those romantic scenarios in your head you never thought would come true, his every word and every action never failing to envelop you in his deepest affections.

Loving came easy with him, never needing arguments or stimuli to keep the passion alive. A “We’ll figure this out together” kind of love, an “Are you okay? Wanna talk about it?” love, an “Let me take care of that for you” love.

He knew you better than you knew yourself at times, the way his gentle yet perceptive eyes always see right through you as though you’re made of glass, never being able to keep anything from him, he was your peace, the way his presence alone could offer you a sense of tranquility, he was your confidant, the way your lips could only admit the thoughts you didn’t want to acknowledge to his unjudgemental ears.

You weren’t quite used to all this yet, having rotten luck in past relationships had wholly convinced you love like this was simply not written in the stars for you, or worse, maybe you were not deserving of this love, but somewhere along the way Jungwon must have realigned those luminous points in the night sky because you were learning differently now, because of Jungwon you’ve learned to love yourself, be grateful for yourself, to trust yourself, be gentle and kind towards yourself like he is. You were learning to see yourself from his point of view.

Relationships can be scary and being with the right person didn’t mean it would be any less frightening but rather it would make you braver to face the daunting parts because you know you have each other, so even though you were scared you were gonna love him anyway.

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MELTING ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic

word count! 280

warnings! slightly suggestive

playlist! melting by Kali Uchis

Lee Heeseung was heaven’s incarnate, you were sure of it. His divine aura had bewitched you from the very moment you laid eyes on him, his potency enshrouding all your senses every time he was near.

He melted you like ice cream basking in the warmth of the sun, like your favorite flavor of the soft frozen treat you craved the taste of his soft lips, like taking a bite from the crisp cone you desired the harsh pinch of his pearly whites on the skin of the space between your neck and shoulder, like layering your preferred toppings on the sweetened and flavored cream you lusted for the weight of his body on top of yours.

Heeseung was nothing short of a daydream, he was extraordinarily ethereal, you’d never met anyone who had been so blessed by the goddess well known for her love and beauty, he must’ve been Aphrodite’s favorite. His doe eyes the color of loamy soil, his plump lips a tinge of peony, his olive skin pure like he only ever bathed in the waters of a holy river, and wisps of feathery blond hair that framed his face like a renaissance painting exhibited in a museum, a place reserved for items of only the most incalculable value.

Your infatuation for this man was boundless, surely he had you under a love spell, the way his smile infallibly set your heart ablaze like a flame to a candle, blood rushing and insides turning inverted at his every saccharine utterance or touch, his laugh comparable to the melodies sung by the angels up above.

He was your deity, and you, his devout votary.

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SAFETY NET ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, established relationship

word count! 371

playlist! safety net by Ariana Grande

Jake Sim was truly something, the man felt like a dream. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what had you falling so hard and so fast, though there were a myriad of reasons to fall in love with him.

He was the epitome of beauty and kindness, you were almost certain the heavens were created in his honor, he was everything good and pure in this world, an earth angel many would say.

His cherubic eyes sparkled with every smile and every laugh, the fluff of his chocolate brown hair, voice that dripped like honey from his beauteous lips only speaking the kindest of words, his lean body like an ancient sculpture of a Greek god, the protruding veins in his forearms that traveled through his backhands towards his lengthy slim fingers, but his charm went beyond the physical.

Jake was beautiful in the mind, his gray matter being one of his most admirable qualities, always remaining humble despite his immense success as an artist, his tenderhearted nature and virtuous spirit, his air of benignity and sense of social consciousness, his good-willed attitude, and his ability to be pristine in who he was as a person; perennial in staying true to himself.

He was your guardian angel, he had a way of providing you with exactly the kind of safety and security you needed, assuring you of your significance in his life without you ever needing to ask, his strong arms would wrap around you conciliating any trace of discontent.

Truth be told when you first met Jake you initially hadn’t been looking for love, content with your current path in life but one flash of his winsome smile now had you off track and you don’t know if you should fight or flight although after some time you found you didn’t mind, not when it was him at least.

You were falling hard and you were falling fast for Jake Sim with nothing to soften the descent, your love for him inexhaustible and it scared you, how out of control you were spiraling because of this man but unbeknownst to you Jake’s arms would always be your safety net, ready to catch you no matter when, where or how.

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TIRED OF LOVE SONGS ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, 90s au, high school au, strangers to lovers

word count! 1173

warning! minor profanity

synopsis! in which jaeyun is tired of the universal notion of romance but one look in your eyes changes everything he once thought he was so sure of

august, 1995

Sim Jaeyun was tired of love songs, love letters, love poems, love confessions in the school hallways, love-themed novels and movies, that dreadful day reserved for celebrating love otherwise known as Valentine’s Day.

He was tired of always hearing his friends fawn over their significant others or crushes, his extended family members asking if he had a girlfriend yet at every family gathering, his parents constantly introducing him to “nice girls” his age at church, just about anything to do with love, in general, had the moody teenager rolling his eyes at the overrated notion.

That is until he met you, replaying that fateful moment in his head incessantly, that sweet smile you gave him as you asked if the seat next to him on the Ferris wheel was empty and the way he made a complete fool of himself by not uttering a single word instead his puppy-like eyes staring at you in incredulity, he had never seen anyone prettier.

Jaeyun swore he was dreaming, the bright yellow glow of the sun in the afternoon of a cool summer day adorning you in a soft lambency, and the way you laughed as you sat beside him sounded like a melody he could play on repeat all day, the floral scent of your perfume filling his lungs and he could feel flowers blooming inside his chest in a garden of your face.

The tingle in his hand as he shook yours for the first time while you introduced yourself, explaining that you were new to the city and looking to make some friends to which he instantly volunteered himself, and as if he couldn’t get any luckier it turned out you would be attending his high school come Monday morning.

Needless to say the weekend was over fairly quickly but for the first time in years Jaeyun didn’t mind, in fact he was looking forward to it. It seemed as though upon meeting you the boy had abandoned all ideology of romance being insufferable.

“My bad, man.” Sunghoon pats Jaeyun’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to dip out at the fair but if it makes you feel any better I got her number.” His best friend offers a light apology in regards to ditching him for a random girl he immediately crushed on when spotting her in line for the Ferris wheel.

He wasn't sure how Sunghoon getting a girl’s number would apply to him, but he simply brushed it off. Besides, he had other things on his mind, specifically you.

Normally Jaeyun would be sulking and going off on a tangent about the triviality of crush culture but something else appeared to be preoccupying the chocolate-haired boy’s mind as he simply brushed off his friend with a brief nod and hum in agreement, his eyes never once halting from scanning the faces in the sea of students in search of yours.

This caused Sunghoon to raise an eyebrow in wonder at what could’ve possibly been eating away at his friend to the point he didn’t take an opportunity to shit on romance; something he was notoriously known for.

“Yo, you good?” Sunghoon questions.

Jaeyun is silent for a moment, not sure if he wants to confess, but Sunghoon is his best friend in the whole world, so he caves.

“I met this girl… and, uhh, I think I like her.”

Sunghoon blinks, “What?”

Jaeyun rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh, “Dude, I have a crush on someone.”

The raven-haired boy’s eyes widen, mouth falling open in disbelief at the words that just came out of his friend’s mouth, unable to comprehend it, the Sim Jaeyun finally had a romantic interest in someone since his crush moved away in fifth grade. It had been so long that he almost forgot Jaeyun was capable of liking anyone in a non-platonic manner.

However, Sunghoon quickly recovered from the shock, not wanting to make a big deal about the situation knowing how sensitive his friend could be, “When you gonna ask her out?”

“Umm, never,” Jaeyun quips with an approving nod of his own self-sabotaging decision, resulting in Sunghoon to facepalm.

“Dude, no,” he says, “you’re trippin’ just chill out and stop overthinking.”

“God, I feel so stupid. I don’t know how you do this. It’s the first day of senior year, I should be worrying about graduation, not some girl-“

“Jaeyun!” The boy is suddenly interrupted by your call of his name causing both boys to turn their heads in your direction and he can’t help the way his heartbeat speeds up at the sight of you, especially when your calling his name and smiling like that.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah but could you do me a favor?”

“What’s up?”

“Go away.”

Sunghoon blinked, turning his attention to his two-timing friend, he couldn’t believe he was ditching him for a girl he’d just met after years of loyal brotherhood.

“Whatever bro,” Sunghoon gives in, wandering off to go find their third counterpart, Jay.

Weeks passed and meeting up in the hallway first thing in the morning became a routine for you and Jaeyun, soon after your friendship blossomed outside of school hours, hanging out every day after school and even on the weekends, calling each other as soon as you got home only to be up almost all night laughing and talking about anything and everything.

It was a late Saturday night when things finally started to take a turn for the better between you and Jaeyun, you two had practically spent the whole day together, waking up early to go get breakfast together at your local diner despite the fact it was the weekend meaning you could sleep in but you found you’d rather be in each others company, playing at the arcade for a few hours and then resting at the park where he bought you both ice cream and you sat on the bench people watching and now as he walked you home from your visit to the movie theater.

“I had fun today.” You smiled as you and Jaeyun stood on the porch of your house. “I always have fun with you.”

He chuckles nervously, scratching at the back of his neck and you find it endearing, “Yeah, me too. I really like spending time with you.”

Your heart flutters at his saccharine words, your cheeks spreading in a wide grin in spite of the aching from smiling all day, you nod, looking down at your shoes as if to end the conversation but it’s clear neither of you are quite ready to say your goodbyes.

Jaeyun’s eyes never leave your face, he never looked away when you smiled, wanting the sight forever etched into his mind.

Some powerful force in the cosmos must’ve possessed him that night because he finds himself unable to hold back anymore.

He gently places his index finger under your chin, tilting it up so your eyes meet, thumb softly caressing your jawline, his gaze warm and intense, “Can I kiss you?”

The moment you nod Jaeyun doesn’t waste a second, hands still gentle as he cups your cheeks, holding your face as if it were delicate porcelain before his soft lips press against yours, kissing you with tender passion.

Sim Jaeyun may have been tired of love songs but he could never be tired of you.

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THE PREMONITION OF LOVE ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, implied enemies to lovers, soul mate au, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 2323

warnings! minor profanity, mention of underwear but nothing weird I promise

synopsis! in which you once again find yourself in detention with the school’s most notorious bad boy and things soon take a turn for the worst… or maybe not

link! pt. 1 (koi no yokan)

author’s note! I rewrote this a couple times and I’m pretty satisfied with this version so I hope the ppl who asked for pt. 2 aren’t disappointed 😭🙏🏽

“I can’t believe I’m in trouble again because of you,” you fumed, harshly sweeping the broom across the hardwood floor of the classroom, minuscules of dust particles flying into the dustpan as Niki held it in place for you.

The rangy boy rotates his eyes at your dramatics, “Don’t blame me for your violent tendencies, you lowlife criminal.”

You halt your actions upon hearing his choice of words; the same insult you used against him a few weeks ago in this very room, since then the boy had been relentlessly teasing you throughout the days, eventually sending you into a fit of rage, causing you to hurl a newly sharpened pencil his way, but of course, the agile troublemaker was able to swiftly dodge your attack, ultimately leading to the yellow-coated stick of graphite to strike another student.

You weren’t sure of Niki’s reason for being here but due to his reputation of being a devil-child, you weren’t surprised to see him serving after-school detention.

Your eye twitched in irritation at his smug expression, clearly proud of himself for always being able to get a reaction out of you, he seemed to find solace in getting under your skin.

You kiss your teeth in annoyance before going back to cleaning just as the principal had ordered, “Whatever. Let’s just get through this detention and never speak to each other again.”

Niki smirks at your proposition, finding it bodacious how you habitually attempted to boss him around despite his notorious reputation for being formidable, it’s what made you incontrovertibly interesting, why he was so drawn to you despite the fact you were two worlds apart.

He knows he shouldn’t, people like you and him don’t associate with each other, but he can’t help himself, it’s as though a cosmic force lives inside you and it’s pulling him in against his will—albeit he doesn’t particularly find himself resisting in the first place.

“No thanks, I’m good,” he simpered, looking pleased with himself.

His artificial smile leaves you breathing fire as you drop the broomstick with a huff, narrowed eyes glowing with malevolence, “And why not?”

“Hmm…” Niki furrows his eyebrows comically, eyes darting around the room while pursing his lips, pretending to ponder your question before responding, “Because I don’t want to.”

“Besides you should be glad I’m here to help, Miss President,” he continues, “this is a pretty big classroom. How is your little self supposed to take on this big mess all by yourself?”

“And what about these desks?” He walks over to one of the desks, gliding his slender fingers over the wooden surface before gripping the sides. “Won’t you need a big strong man to carry them for you?” He continues his condescending act with a sneer.

In one swift movement, the bottom of your shoe meets the edge of the desk in a vigorous kick, the piece of furniture slamming into his knees, causing the boy to hunch over in pain, hands rubbing them to soothe the twinge.

“Don’t patronize me, Nishimura,” you seethe.

He glares at you in return, regaining his composure. “Do you always have to be so stuck up?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You first,” he shoots back.

The animosity in the room thickens with each passing second you and Niki shoot daggers into each other's eyes, neither of you willing to let up.

Until you hear a faint click of the door, a sudden sense of impending doom settles in your gut, and Niki seems to share the same intuition as your eyes widen, both of you frantically rushing towards the door.

You reach for the knob and it’s just as you dreaded; it’s jammed, the elderly janitor on the other side is oblivious to the muffled banging and shouting behind the door, happily whistling along to “Secret Garden” by IU as he continues to prance his way down the halls.

“Hey! We’re still in here!”

“Open the fucking door, you prick!”

As unlikely as it seemed—maybe not that unlikely, it was you who made the latter statement causing Niki to raise an eyebrow at you with a tilt of his head, “I thought I was supposed to be the bad one here.”

“Shut up, Nishimura,” you grumble, kicking his shin, but Niki won't take that from you a second time.

He takes advantage of his strength to grab your wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head, and even in his angry outburst he reminds himself he's still a man, careful not to use his full vigor on you, after all his goal wasn't to scare you, but to assert his dominance.

“Are you done?” he interrogates, his usual mischievous and playful aura now replaced with sternness.

You attempt to break free from his restricting hands before giving in to the thought of having to answer to him but it was of no avail, his grasp like iron.

“Answer me,” he demands, jaw clenching at your silence.

You roll your eyes still not meeting his harsh gaze, “Yes, now can you let me go?”

Niki might have granted your wish had you asked politely, but it was clear he wasn't satisfied with your tone of voice, his hold on your wrists staying firm, and he decided to command something he knew you'd hate, “Say please.”

You scoff as you finally meet his eyes, opening your mouth to retort but the grim expression on his face makes you decide otherwise, You swallow your pride and it feels like acid down your throat, “Please.”

And just like that, he’s back to his usual abysmal self, a smug smirk plastered on his peachy-pink lips whilst he realises you, petting your head as a form of damage control which surprisingly seemed to work because you make no move to swat his hand away, although you still curse him under your breath.

Almost an hour passed with occasional bickering from you and Niki as you continued cleaning the classroom followed by small gaps of comfortable silence until you finally completed the task, allowing yourselves to rest.

You don’t comment on the fact he chooses to sit right behind you once again, assuming he’s only doing it to annoy you.

“I wonder what time it is, it looks like it’s getting kinda late.” You say, gazing out the window at the dusk sky, the sun beginning to set below the horizon painting the vast atmosphere in a calming blue fading into a deep golden decorated with white clouds.

“Just go to sleep, they’ll find us in the morning,” he remarks, before using his forearms as a cushion for putting his head down on the desk.

You nod in agreement, chin resting in the palm of your hand, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself drifting off into dreamland.

Wait.

Your eyes widen in realization, quickly whipping around to face the sleeping boy, roughly grabbing onto his arm and jolting him awake, “It’s Friday!”

The irritated scowl on his face dissipates at your initial action when he registers your words, his expression now mocking your own, “Oh shit.”

You cross your arms over your chest, tapping a foot impatiently, “Geez, Nishimura. What happened to your tough-guy act earlier? You can’t even open a goddam window.”

For the past ten minutes, the poor boy had been struggling to open the classroom window and your nagging certainly wasn’t helping his frustrated state, he ceased his movements with a heavy sigh, eyeing you from his peripheral vision, “Should we use your head instead? I bet it’s as hard as a rock, we could bust this thing open in no time,” he responds, tapping the knuckle of his middle finger against the cold glass.

You refrain from smacking the back of his head, “Just get out of my way, you imbecile.” You retort, shoving him backward with your shoulder as you step forward, upon further inspection of the framed translucent aperture you find an aluminum screw lock, with a roll of your eyes you twist it, removing the small object from the tracks and opening the window.

You turn back to the boy standing behind you, knee slightly bent as a hand rests on your hip, a proud smirk donning your lips, “Shouldn't you show me a little gratitude, Nishimura?”

Niki remained poker-faced, grumbling out a “Thanks” and stepped onto the window sill in a crouched position, jumping off in a fleet-footed method.

“Holy shit,” you lean your upper body out the window, palms resting on the sill, checking if the gremlin was still alive after his reckless act.

You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him staring up at the window, “What are you? An old lady? Hurry up.”

You zeroed in on the height with a thick gulp, a sensation of vertigo beginning to linger and it only grows more intense the longer you look down, “It's fine, don't wait for me.”

Niki sighed and gestured up at the pale moon contrasting the navy blue sky, “It's dark out. I can't let you walk home by yourself, it's not safe.”

If it wasn't for your loss of equilibrium, you might have been appreciative of his solicitude, howbeit in this predicament you can't seem to focus on anything else.

He stays silent for a moment, taking in your expression, and then it dawns on him, you have a fear of heights.

Instead of teasing you like you fully expected he would, he opts for a more sympathetic approach, “Just look at me, ok? Don't focus on what’s scaring you.”

You scoff, “I'm not scared, what the hell are you talking about? I'm just waiting for you to move out of my way.”

The boy sighs in vexation at your stubbornness, doing his best to maintain his benevolent tactic, “I’ll catch you, just jump and I'll handle the rest.”

You bite at your bottom lip, an obvious sign of your timorous feelings, and Niki implores you further, “Look, I know we aren't exactly the nicest to each other but that doesn't mean I'm out to hurt you.”

Your eyes surveyed him, having an internal battle with yourself about whether you should have faith in the brown-haired boy or not.

“It's ok, you can trust me,” he coaxed.

“Fine.” You huff, stepping on the window sill in a crouched position. “Just don't look under my skirt.”

Niki only responds with a shrug which slightly concerns you but you decide to ignore it for the time being, you take a deep breath, scanning the distance between you and the ground once more.

“Hey, what'd I say?” He reminds you gently, “only look at me.”

And you do, forcing your eyes away from the patterned concrete and only keeping your sights on him, you let yourself fall, your body feeling weightless in mid-air as you wait for his arms to catch you, and they do.

His arms circle tightly around your midriff, and your arms wrap around his neck in return, the tips of your shoes just barely hovering above the ground, his foot slightly lifting causing him to stumble backward a bit but thankfully he's able to balance himself, adrenaline coursing through both your veins as you let out chuckles of relief, gaping at each other.

Your breathing evens after a couple of seconds but Niki still hasn't let you out of his embrace, the novelty of the situation creating a stark contrast to your usual deep-seated aversion towards each other with the way your gazes soften subsequent to your eyes locking.

He'd never looked at you like this before and you aforementioned him, this tension was different, even from the tensity a few weeks ago when you landed right on top of him, you fixated on the windows to his soul, their deep brown seemed more balmy now, like a cool summer night when the weather wasn't too hot and not too cold, just pleasantly warm.

You suddenly thought of a phrase your grandmother would often say, mostly when talking about how she met your grandfather; koi no yokan.

“What’s that?” your eight-year-old self asked, eyes gleaming in curiosity.

Her lips curl in a tender smile, “It's the premonition of love. You'll feel it one day when you meet your soulmate, you won't love them right away but something in your heart will tell you that’s the person you're supposed to love for the rest of your life.”

You snap out of your reverie when Niki sets you down, patting your shoulder, “Next time I'll have to push you out.”

You roughly place your hand on his shoulder as a counter, “I’ll take you down with me, Nishimura.”

He chuckles and ruffles your hair, “Whatever, nerd. Let's go, I still gotta get you home safe.”

“And I gotta make sure you can read the street signs,” you quip as you begin walking alongside him.

Niki gives you a light shove on the shoulder which you return, and he shoves you again only this time the pad of his index finger meets your forehead causing you to nearly fall over but he's quick to clutch your upper arm, ceasing your fall, and you both laugh.

Even so, you can't help but psychologize your peculiar relationship with the boy, Riki Nishimura was the most beautiful, complicated thing. He was the genesis of your ire and ataraxy, he made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and he made you emotional even though you were well-known for your stoicism, you wanted to punch him and at the same time you wanted to understand him, you hated being around him but your heart skipped a beat whenever he got too close, he was your paradox.

Riki Nishimura was your koi no yokan and as he walked you home that night, you were both blissfully unaware of the Red thread of fate that interweaved your souls together for an eternity, tied around your pinkies in adamantine knots.

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CHERRY THEORY ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, established relationship, based off the ‘olive theory’ on tiktok

word count! 388

warning! reader loves cherries

playlist! lovers rock by tv girl

synopsis! in which opposites attract

“Sorry,” you cut off Jake halfway through his story, “but are you gonna eat that?” You ask, pointing to the single cherry that was left uneaten in his ice cream bowl, the red fruit sinking into the leftover melting cream.

“Nah, I don’t really like Cherry,” he scrunches his nose in distaste with a shake of his head.

You pluck the crimson orb from his bowl by its green stem and plop it into your mouth, “I love Cherry.”

Jake leans back in his chair, chuckling as he watches you with a tender smile, your elbows propped on the table, chin resting in the palms of your hands, waiting for him to continue telling you one of his childhood anecdotes.

The moment would look like a scene from a rom-com to any passerby in the rectangular picture-framed window of the ice cream parlor, you and him sitting across from each other, gazing lovingly into one another’s eyes with soft smiles, “Lovers Rock” by TV Girl playing lowly through the speakers, it was a simple ice cream date and yet there was nothing more endearing in the world.

You love cherries, while Jake hates them, which makes the relationship a “perfect balance” thus validating your’s and Jake’s compatibility, an opposites attract kind of love.

The ancient Greeks believed humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and two faces but Zeus feared their power and ordered his son Apollo to split them into two, condemning them to search for their other half for the rest of their lives, Jake was your other half and you were his, you completed each other like the tellings of the mythology.

“I love you,” Jake finds himself confessing, and although it's the first time he's saying it, he's not nervous like he thought he'd be when replaying this scenario in his head over and over again, constantly obsessing about the outcome, he doesn't anticipate your response like he imagined he would, worrying that you may not feel the same way, because in this moment he realizes what it truly means to love someone, he couldn't care less about his feelings right now, the only thing that mattered to him was for you to know he loved you truly and wholeheartedly.

Your lips curl into a wider grin, “I love you too, Jake.”

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I LIKE YOU ⸺ PARK SUNGHOON

genres! fluff, best friends to lovers

word count! 649

warnings! minor profanity, mention of undergarments and being partially nude

synopsis! in which park sunghoon likes many things, but he’ll always like you the most

Sunghoon liked the ice—or more so he liked the feeling of gliding on it, especially when it was freshly polished. He liked the vibrations in his feet and legs whilst skimming the frozen water, he liked the sound of the blades on his skates scratching against the transparent crystalline solid, and he liked how the small particles of frost would spray up in the air after he landed a trick, showering him in white crystals, it felt magical, but his favorite part was you standing at the sidelines, cheering him on, calling out his name, smiling at him, clapping for him.

His friends, family, peers, and even you; his best friend were always under the impression he liked being on the ice the most, but what Sunghoon really liked the most was being able to spend quality time with you, preferably just the two of you, the ice just makes allowance for it.

Sunghoon liked autumn, it was his favorite season of the year. He liked the crisp air, the warm tones of orange, yellow, and fiery red leaves clinging to the branches of the trees until they dropped to the ground, and the rustling noise they made as they floated around the sidewalks, mixing and mingling in piles as if waiting to be crunched underneath his shoes. He liked the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon and other spices mixing together that seemed to waft through the city, courtesy of the myriad of cafes in Seoul. Notably, he mostly enjoyed it for the coca and cider.

But the part he liked the most? The sacred tradition of campfires in your friend group, always having to roast your marshmallows for you because you would burn them and complain about the taste of your s’mores being too chalky, never minding the fact that he would freeze his ass off by lending you his jacket because you refused to wear one, claiming it would “ruin the fit”, but above all, he liked the way you would cuddle into him later into the night when the air became slightly more frigid and you said no to going inside the tent because in your words “a hoe never gets cold”, instead you would seek his warmth, sitting between his legs and leaning back to rest your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist in turn while resting his chin on the top of your head.

Sunghoon liked autumn, or perhaps he just liked autumn with you.

Sunghoon liked the color white, the purest of all colors, or maybe it just looked that way when you were wearing it, or maybe it was because he often dreamt of you in a particular dress of that color as you made your way down the aisle towards him where he waits at the altar, bouquet in your hands and a soft melody playing somewhere in the background. White was the color of serenity and simplicity, a symbol of a new beginning, much like the future he imagined with you, he hoped one day you and him could start fresh, not as best friends but as lovers and it would be serene and simple, not messy and complicated because he hated that, he had spent too much of his life loving you for it to come to that.

But as Sunghoon sits across from you at the library table, wondering how in the hell he's supposed to confess to you after all these years, you snap him out of his thoughts.

“Wanna get some snacks?” You ask in a whisper.

He looks up at you from his laptop, the bright screen illuminating his face; creating a gleaming reflection in his ebony eyes, almost like the facet of a Milky Way glowing in the dark abyss of space.

That's the way you've always seen Sunghoon, your best friend since kindergarten and even now in your junior year of university. You thought the world of him, the way he could always manage to brighten up your day no matter how gloomy your mood was, and if the multiverse were real, you were fairly certain that you and he were best friends in every single one of them because, for you, a life without Park Sunghoon was a galaxy without its stars: impossible.

The raven-haired young man nods in agreement and you both get up from your seats quietly so as to not disturb the other studying students, and saunter out of the library, towards the vending machines placed at the front of the building.

Sunghoon pulls out his wallet before you can even though you'd already told him you'd pay on the walk there, and just as you are about to open your mouth to protest, you catch a glimpse of a familiar photo in the transparent pocket of his wallet, stopping you from your objection as a cheeky grin makes its way on your face, a mischievous glint in your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and melodramatically breathing in the scent of petrichor the rain from earlier left behind.

Your sudden change in behavior doesn't go unnoticed by your keen best friend as he continues with his purchase from the automated food and beverage apparatuses while keeping his eye on you from his peripheral vision, not bothering to raise a question regarding what snack or drink you want since he already knew your favorites.

“What kind of scheme could you possibly be plotting in that pretty head of yours?” He probes playfully, internally analyzing every small detail of your current situation for an answer to your puckish comportment but fails to come to a conclusion.

“You have a picture of me in your wallet?” You inquire but the teasing tone in your voice tells him it's a rhetorical question and he knows he's busted.

a delicate pink blooms on the skin of his cheeks as he rubs at the back of his neck, to his luck the merchandise drops from the spinning coils inside the machines and he quickly grabs the snacks and bottled drinks from the slots, shoving yours in your hands before rushing back into the library, completely avoiding you.

The rain had returned by the time you and Sunghoon walked back home, deciding it was best to make a beeline for his apartment which thankfully was only down the street.

The raindrops fell in a downpour as you both carefully sprinted towards shelter, the cold relentless droplets soaking your clothes, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as soon as you entered his apartment he offered you one of his hoodies to change into after telling you to take a warm shower and he follows suit once you're done.

To your relief, your bra and underwear remain dry and you slip them back on along with Sunghoon’s black hoodie, a part of you feels slightly awkward about being partially nude under your best friend’s pullover hood, but you are mainly grateful it fits like a dress, the hem stopping at your thighs.

You sit on the marble countertop of the kitchen island as Sunghoon cooks ramen on the stove, clad in grey sweats and a pullover hoodie similar to yours with the exception of being navy blue in hue, the situation feels domestic and its moments like this in your friendship that you think you and Sunghoon have the potential of being more than just best friends.

For a moment you imagine you are brave enough to tell him your feelings, how his embrace feels like the safest place you could ever be, how his smile never fails to wonderstruck you as if you’ve just been shown all the secrets of the universe, how his comforting presence is the only thing you need after a bad day, how “best friend” was too weak of a word to describe what he meant to you because in truth he was more than that, he was a part of you, a part of your soul, and he had a way of being in your life that nobody else did, he understood you even when you didn't understand yourself, and who knows? Maybe one day you will, maybe one day you'll tell him everything your heart has left unsaid.

“Hey, Hoonie?”

“Yeah?” He turns to face you.

“That picture in your wallet,” you speak softly and sincerely with a gentle smile. “Keep it there.”

Fuck it. Sunghoon thought to himself, how could he not do anything when you were smiling at him like that, especially when you were wearing his clothes, and the sweet look in your eyes only ignited the candle in his heart, the flame burning brighter than it ever had before.

In one swift movement, Sunghoon steps forward, cupping your cheeks in his big hands as his lips press into yours, not too rough and not too gentle but filled with passion.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to relax, a sense of bliss washing over you, your lips move in sync with his, they are soft and warm, and you can taste the flavor of his chapstick. He bites down harshly on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth, your wet muscles swirling with each other feverishly, his hands dropping down to grab your waist, his grip tightening as he pulls you in closer to him so your chest is pinned against his and you wrap your arms around his neck.

Slowly you pull away from one another, pressing your foreheads together as you both catch your breath, opening your eyes a few moments afterwards.

He clenches his slender fingers, squeezing your waist lightly as his eyes bore into yours, “I like you, I always have, and I always will.”

You chuckle and peck his lips before replying, “And I like you, Park Sunghoon, always have and always will.”

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LOVER ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic

word count! 550

playlist! lover by taylor swift

synopsis! in which Heeseung finally pops the big question

A soft giggle slips past your lips when your boyfriend twirls you back into his arms as you both fall in step once again, letting the rhythm control your movements.

The music on the mini-speaker played lowly throughout the apartment, the scent of gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa wafting through the air, with your arms around his neck and his hands finding solace on your waist.

The golden glow of the Christmas tree illuminates your dancing figures as you look up into his big brown eyes that shine with affection, his lips curled in a tender smile that flashes his pearly whites as his forehead rests against yours, and you wish to always be this close with your lover.

He places a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek before whispering, “I have something for you,” his peppermint breath fanning your face.

“Early Christmas present?” you quip in a whisper of your own, the grin on your face growing bigger as you laugh inwardly.

He chuckles but doesn't respond and slides his hands down to your hips before gently pushing your body away.

Your heart skips a beat the very second he gets down on one knee, a quiet gasp escaping your lips when he pulls out a small red velvet box from the pocket of his plaid pajama pants, opening the top to reveal a diamond ring, you instantly recognize it as the one you couldn't stop admiring a few months ago in the jewelry store.

He looks up at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his, their deep brown rich and soft like chocolate, “I spent months trying to come up with the perfect speech for this moment, and every time I fell short on words.” he laughs, dropping his head for a second as tears begin to blur his vision.

You fared no better, eyes becoming glossy as your heart swelled with joy, you waited for his next words.

He looks up at you again with a tear streaming down his cheek and takes your hand in his, “All I know is that I love you, I love you today, I loved you yesterday and all the days before, I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after, I’ll love you forever.” He sniffs, wiping away the tear with his shoulder before he continues.

“I love you when you're sad, when you're happy, and even when you're angry. I love you when you’re stressed, I love you when you’re sleepy, I love you when you’re on your period and being kind of mean to me.”

You giggled at the last part, warm tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I love you the same no matter what version of yourself you are.” He plants a long and light kiss on the knuckles of your hand that he cups in his own.

“There’s a lot of things I could say but I wanna show you instead with this ring, so…” You can see him gulp nervously. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you don’t waste a second, dropping to your knees so your face is level with his and cupping both his cheeks, his hands holding your midriff. “Of course, I'll marry you.”

He smiles, “Ok good, I was a little scared you would reject me like when I first asked you out.”

You roll your eyes, a grin adorning your face. “I love you too, Hesseung.” You respond before pressing your lips against his, pouring all your love into the kiss.

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REDAMANCY ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, minor angst, princess x royal librarian, forbidden romance, Edgar Allan Poe reference at the end

word count! 655

warnings! mention of execution

synopsis! in which you profess your love to a forbidden man

“Redamancy,” Jaeyun says, finally meeting your gaze through his thinly framed specs.

“It's a noun,” he informs with a playful smile. His eyebrows raised for a quick moment before falling back into place, then averting his eyes back to the old burgundy book that lay open on his desk.

You chuckle, your smile stretching further across the plain of your face, lips remaining closed.

“The act of loving the one who loves you,” he reads, “a love returned in full.”

It's tranquil in the ambiance of the royal library, the only sounds that can be heard are your hushed voices and soft laughter reverberating off the stone walls and marble floors.

You can't help but think how you could happily spend the rest of your life in this room with him, hiding away from the rest of the world and basking in the affection of your love for each other.

Jaeyun was the first person in the chapters of all your life with whom you sincerely enjoyed conversation, in the same sensuous way you enjoyed reading a book or roaming the gardens.

He looks up once again and he’s not surprised to find you already looking back at him, for there was never a moment in which you were not adoring him.

“What are you thinking, Princess?” he queries. His elbow propped on the wooden desk as his chin rested in the palm of his hand, his spindly fingers grazing his plump lips.

“You,” you confess, not letting a single second pass, “my mind is consumed by thoughts of you.”

He’s unreadable for a moment but his gaze nor yours ever falters, and then his lips curve into a grin. He chuckles, “I’m honored, Princess.”

He leans in closer, “My heart grows fonder of you with every beautiful smile you grace upon me, my regard for you may be enough to overflow the oceans.”

You lean in closer as does he, your foreheads now meeting in a delicate collision just as your hearts had all those months ago.

Jaeyun brings his hand away from his chin to tuck away a tuft of hair behind your ear, his caress so utterly gentle that you can barely feel it.

The way he handles your body so tenderly and meticulously swells your heart, his every touch zephyr-like as though he’s holding the daintiest flower in all the land.

Your eyes close as do his, and your next words are an act of treason but you would do that for Jaeyun and more, you would do anything for him—with him.

“Let’s run away.”

He chuckles and you can feel his smile through your closed eyes, “I would be executed if we were caught but perhaps I can be convinced.”

You shift your head so the tip of his nose meets the apple of your cheek, “How so?”

“With a kiss.”

His soft lips graze against your own, his small puffs of breath linger into your mouth as yours does to his, and the cold rims of his specs are a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

Finally, your lips meet in a forbidden kiss. For a moment everything is still, like a meadow on a clement summer day where the only thing you can hear is the buzzing of bees and the distant chirping of birds from the surrounding trees.

Where the floral scent of wildflowers wafts all around you, where the slightest breeze lingers through the fabric of your dress cooling your skin from the embrace of the fierce sunlight, that's where you go when Jaeyun kisses you.

And you hope he finds someplace nice when he kisses you too.

You loved with a love that was more than love, you and your Sim Jaeyun. A love that wingèd seraphs of heaven.

A love greater than the monarchy that threatened to keep you apart, a love written in the stars, forever etched into the universe.

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THEORY OF LOVE ⸺ YANG JUNGWON

genre! fluff, inspired by this article

word count! 679

synopsis! in which jungwon ponders the theory of love on a morning bus ride but his only conclusion is you

How many times can you fall in love?

While there’s no universal answer, most people believe in the three loves theory, you know, the one that says we all experience three great loves in our lifetime.

Now it's been said each one is for a specific reason, the first love, this is the love that plants the seed in the soil of your heart for all your other loves to sprout. It's the idealistic love—the one that seems like it's straight out of a generic Disney movie.

It's appealing to the eyes and we dive in head-first with the belief that this is the only love we’ll ever love, we believe this is what love is supposed to be—what it's supposed to look like—feel like but sadly some lovers do not make it through the storm we call truth, because contrary to popular belief, love is not always so amicable.

The second love, this is the love that teaches us to water our still-growing plant, bury it in rich soil, and make sure it gets lots of sunlight. This is where we learn lessons about who we are and what we need to be loved and to love others.

Similar to a carnival ride, it has its highs and lows, and like an adrenaline-rushed child at the highest point of the roller coaster, we stay in this relationship through the lows with the expectation of that sweet release of dopamine when we reach the highs, but alas it comes to a bittersweet end.

The third love, this is the love in full bloom. The love you never saw coming and it comes so easily and naturally that we question if it's too good to be true.

It takes you by surprise, knocks you off your feet, and shakes you to your core. Shatters your preconceived notions of love and becomes something that is uniquely your own. The love that keeps knocking at your door no matter how long it takes for you to answer.

But the question remains, just how many times can you fall in love?

Well, for Yang Jungwon, he'd have to say infinity, because truth be told, he fell in love with you every second of every day.

He loved you in all the ways you could possibly love a person.

Just like now as he watches you fix his tie on the city bus that he struggled with for a solid five minutes until you finally turned around, mumbling how he was giving you second-hand embarrassment, your fingers skillfully fastening the satin black fabric.

The golden glow of the early morning sun seeps through the squared windows, enshrouding all passengers in what can only be described as a heavenly luminosity, his brown eyes turn into bright pools of honey when you finally meet his gaze, his lips curved in a soft smile.

You eye him suspiciously, “What?”

I'm in love you with you. He thinks.

Before Jungwon can speak the bus comes to a stop pulling your full attention away from him, “This is our stop, come on.”

He says nothing but feels everything when you take his hand in your own as you pile out of the bus along with a few other passengers.

The crisp air nips at his skin, leaving a slight red blush on the pale complexion of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

A mass of white blossoms tinged with pink sprinkled down along the cement pathway as you walked alongside him, the soft petals landing in your hair and he had to resist the urge to pluck them out for you although a part of him thought you looked pretty like that.

“Oh!” you look at him suddenly as if you had just remembered something. “What were you gonna say earlier?”

He stops in his tracks, looking down at you.

I'm in love with you.

He smiles with a shrug, “I forgot.”

Jungwon’s not stupid, he knows why you're asking, it's because you want to hear him say it, but he's not quite done teasing you yet.

© 2024 hoonven, all rights reserved. i do not give permission to alter, repost, translate, or plagiarize my works on any platform.

UNDERSTAND ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, best friends to lovers, song fic

word count! 751

warnings! minor profanity

playlist! understand by keshi

synopsis! in which heeseung realizes he’s in love with his best friend at 2 am while eating ramen

“Heeseung?” your soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

He blinks, head jerking back gently in confusion as if he had just woken up from a daydream.

“Yeah, I'm good,” he says. “Just thinking.”

Your lips curl into a smile, watching him pinch the noodles between his chopsticks and shove them into his mouth which ended up being a bad decision since the ramen was still steaming hot, burning his bottom lip.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, dropping the utensils back into the bowl and pinching his lip.

You laugh. “Dummy, I just told you it's hot.”

He looks at you with a serious expression but you only laugh again, the way he pinches his lips forces them into a pout that you find incredibly endearing.

“Dude, that fucking burned,” he complains, voice altered from still clutching his bottom lip that’s starting to lose circulation due to his unnecessary tight grip.

“Did you try asking the soup to cool down?” you quip, a satisfied smirk on your face at your own lame joke.

“Hahaha, so funny,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes.

You decide to stop teasing him and grab two ice cubes from the freezer, dropping one into his soup. “Pro tip,” you simper with a wink. “It helps cool down your soup faster.”

You grab his wrist and move his hand away from his face with care, gently you bring the ice cube to his bottom lip, he flinches away at first but after a stern look from you, he gives in.

You rub the ice cube along his swollen lip with a tenderness that warms his entire body despite having direct physical contact with one of the coldest elements on Earth.

He watches you intently and he can't help but wonder if you've always been this pretty or if it's just the way the dim yellowish light from the oven reflected in your eyes and casts a soft glow on your features that's adding a certain kind of sentiment to this moment.

Though that wouldn't make any sense, he’s been with you like this plenty of times, these 2 am ramen meals were a regular occurrence in your friendship.

Friendship. When did he start to not like the sound of that?

But it wasn't like he had liked the sound of a relationship either. Did he?

Heeseung never wanted to fall in love, he was too scared, but a small part of him had always thought it would be worth the risk if it was with you.

You're the only one who understands him anyway, you never judged him for anything or made him feel bad for making mistakes, you alleviated his mind when he was overthinking, and you supported all his dreams.

Looking at you in this moment, he never felt more inspired to try it. He wondered if you would let him.

“Better?” you ask, taking the melting cube off his lip that had now shrunk in size and you discard the remainder of it in the sink.

“Not really,” he shrugs.

You sigh, a hand falling to your hip. “Heeseung, it couldn’t have burned that bad, stop being dramatic.”

“It did though,” he whines. “You don't understand.”

You scoff, “Of course I do, I eat ramen more than you.”

He turns away from you and you get the feeling he's not really talking about noodles, “No, you don't. You've always been braver than me so you don't understand.”

His tone is harsh and you know he's definitely not talking about the ramen anymore.

It was true you understood Heeseung in many ways but he was certain this was something you didn't understand about him.

“Heeseung,” you place a hand on his shoulder and gently force him to face you again.

You don't urge him to explain. You understand.

You always understand. Even when he thinks you don't.

“What?” his voice is soft and the slightest bit brittle.

Your palms meet the skin of his cheeks and in one quick motion, you kiss him. And he kisses you back.

His big hands hold onto your waist, his cold and swollen lips are too numb to feel your lips properly but he kisses you back as best as he can, pouring all his love into it, and he knows you'll understand.

Heeseung never thought the one for him would be so near but he was glad it was you because now it’s worth the risk, after all, you're the only one who understands.

© 2024 hoonven, all rights reserved. i do not give permission to alter, repost, translate, or plagiarize my works on any platform.

❛❛in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you❞ ⸺ PARK SUNGHOON

genres! fluff?, angst, celebrity x celebrity, ex-lovers, everything everywhere all at once au

word count! 1380

warnings! mention of breakup, heartbreak

synopsis! in another life, you and park sunghoon are lovers, just not in this one

note! this fic was inspired by a quote from the movie ‘everything everywhere all at once’ also I'm not very good at writing angst because I hate it but I did my best

“Congrats, big shot,” a familiar voice says from behind you, and you can hear the teasing smile in his tone, “actress of the year award, you're in the big leagues now.”

You turn around to face Park Sunghoon, a renowned figure skater and your ex-boyfriend. You haven't seen each other in almost a year but the sight of him still has the same effect on you it did all those years ago.

He's hauntingly beautiful and you're a house of horrors.

You offer a polite smile, but it's bittersweet as if you were greeting death itself.

“Congratulations to you too, you're becoming a bit of an A-list yourself since you won the Olympics.” you quip, and you both know what kind of game you're going to play tonight.

It’s the same one you always play, the one where he pretends you didn’t break his heart and you pretend everything is fine.

Sunghoon smiles at you too, like you're everything he's ever had and everything he's ever lost.

“Maybe we should exchange autographs like middle schoolers trade Pokémon cards,” he says, and you both chuckle.

“Hmm, I have a feeling mines will be more valuable.”

He playfully puts a hand over his heart. “That’s hurtful, y/n, but I can’t deny that it’s also true.”

The gala was still roaring with life when you stepped out for some fresh air, you sat on concrete stairs, not caring if you got your 20,000-dollar dress dirty. You couldn't care about a lot of things lately.

You and Sunghoon had long parted ways, the conversation only lasted about five minutes before you were seated at your respective tables, you didn't see him again after that.

You’ve gotten everything you ever dreamed of at this point in your career, and you accomplished all your goals, in the beginning, it all seemed so impossible, but now that you're here and you've done it, you’re not so sure what's left anymore.

The sound of the door opening catches your attention, a tall, pale figure steps out, dressed in a purely black suit, and you recognize him instantly.

“Following me?” you prop your chin in your palm as your elbow rests on your knee, carrying the weight of your head as you tilt it playfully.

He’s not startled by the suddenness of your voice, which tells you, yes, he was looking for you.

He smiled. “Maybe.”

He sat next to you on the stairs, not caring if his 5,000-dollar suit got dirty, though it wasn't actually because he didn't care about the suit, but because he just wanted to be close to you.

You're both silent for a while, simply appreciating being in each other's presence after so long.

Or maybe it's because you don't know what to say and he has too much to say, so you settle for the piercing silence of unsaid words.

Sunghoon has been silent his whole life, but he promised himself tonight he wouldn't be.

“Was it worth it?”

Ah. There it is.

You think as the corners of your lips curl upward, you knew this question was coming, you sensed it the moment you saw him again.

If he had asked you that a year ago you would’ve said yes, no hesitation, no second thoughts, just a straight-up yes, and you would have meant it too.

Suddenly the silk fabric of your dress starts to itch your skin, your diamond embroidered heels start to hurt your feet, and your pearl jewelry feels too heavy.

In only a single minute, Park Sunghoon has stripped you of your persona, called you out for the fraud you are, and seen the real you.

And he accepted you.

You lie to save your pride, it's a habit of yours that he knows all too well.

He doesn't think you're perfect, but you would never have to be for him to love you.

“Sometimes,” you say.

You don't bother lying, he’ll know.

You had always been a good liar until Sunghoon came into your life.

He gently nods in understanding at your response, “Do you ever think about it? About us?”

With a chuckle, you reply, “Of course I do.”

It's true that sometimes leaving him is worth the life you're living now, but there are fragments of times when you imagine what your life could've been with him.

In another life, you never left Sunghoon, you got married, bought a home together, adopted a dog, and had a child.

On the surface that sounds nice, but in another life, you are a housewife with broken dreams, you bought a home together but it wasn't the one you always dreamed of because you had to compromise with Sunghoon, you adopted a dog but you were never really an animal person, and you had a child but motherhood was never for you.

In another life, you are happy to be a housewife, you and Sunghoon bought your dream home together, you adopted a dog that you both love, you had a child and you are the most loving mother.

In another life, you are not a housewife, you and Sunghoon bought a home even better than your dream home, you adopted a dog but you're more of a cat person, and you never had a child but you always wanted to be a mother.

In another life, you and Sunghoon work from home, you bought a decent home together, and although it's not your dream one, it's good enough, you adopted a cat, and you never had a child but because that's the way you liked things.

In another life, you and Sunghoon are divorced, the home you bought together is just walls and a roof with painful memories, you don't adopt any pets, and you never had a child.

In another life, Sunghoon is a househusband, you don't care about having a dream home because any place is home with him, you adopted a dog and a cat, and you had a child who has everything they could ever want.

In another life, you and Sunghoon are teenagers again falling in love for the very first time, and you have no idea what the future holds for you.

In another life, you and Sunghoon are just a little bit younger than you are now, in the kitchen of your shared apartment, and you are trying to figure out how to do laundry so all your clothes don’t turn blue again and how to properly calculate your taxes so you don’t go to prison for tax fraud.

In another life, you and Sunghoon have grown old together, and you are experts at doing laundry and taxes.

In another life, you are the bottles of salt and pepper on the table of a random diner and things are entirely less complicated.

In another life, you never meet Park Sunghoon.

The possibilities are endless, and the truth is, you never know what will happen in your life, and that's scary, but you hope in another life you learn to accept the bad just as easily as you accept the good.

“What does it look like?” he asks.

“Laundry and taxes,” you shrug.

You both laugh at that.

“What about you?” you ask.

“Taxes and laundry,” he smiles.

You both laugh again.

The party inside is completely forgotten about as you and Sunghoon spend what feels like hours just sitting and talking, until the realization that it’s time to go home dawns on you.

Sunghoon gets up first, holding his hand out for you to take, and you do, but when he helps you to your feet he doesn't let go just yet, instead, he looks into your eyes and you feel his thumb caress your knuckles.

“It was nice to see you again, y/n.”

“It was good to see you again too, Sunghoon.”

He finally lets you go and you already miss his warmth.

He almost walks away but turns to face you one last time.

With a hint of a smile on his lips, he says, “You know, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.”

And then Park Sunghoon walks out of your life forever, and you let him.

In another life, things didn't end that way.

© 2024 hoonven, all rights reserved. i do not give permission to alter, repost, translate, or plagiarize my works on any platform.

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! mc is an orphan, death, suicide??, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! profanity, mention of murder, mc has deceased parents, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, side character death, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! profanity, mention of murder, mc has deceased parents, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, side character death, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3

PLEASE VOTE

hello! in honor of my first anniversary on this app, i've decided to release one of two sunoo WIPS on september 2nd (subject to change) but I'm having a little trouble deciding which fic will have the honor so I could really use your help! (also if the fic you voted for doesn't win don't worry I'm still releasing both fics with the exception that one will just be released sooner)

Beautiful Creatures

❝We’re all beautiful creatures of the night, vampires and witches.❞

PAIRING! kim seonwoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, vampire au, witch au, strangers to lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS! profanity, mention of murder, mc has deceased parents, prejudiced behaviors, physical violence, side character death, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! in the gloomy town of Eldritch Cove, a coven of witches resides deep in the marsh, never to make contact with outsiders, it's safer this way, but when a mysterious young man passes through town everything changes

RELEASE DATE! september 2

Birds of a Feather

❝Two psychopathic killers on the run, we’re birds of a feather.❞

PAIRING! kim sunoo x female reader

WORD COUNT! tbd

GENRES! fluff, angst, comedy, psychopath au, sociopath au, serial killer au but they only kill bad people, low-key yandere au

WARNINGS! profanity, murder & gore, physical violence, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic abuse, mention of animal abuse (none of the abuse is committed by y/n or sunoo btw), near-death experience from being stabbed, more tbd

SYNOPSIS! Kim Sunoo has the sweetest smile, so sweet that no one knew he was a psychopath with murderous tendencies until it was too late, but you don’t mind. after all, you have these habits yourself

RELEASE DATE! september 2

thanks for voting and please reblog! <3